The figures crossed each other and disappeared in a flash.

Ding Hao stood still in the void and put away his sword and saber.

"So fast... You... What kind of combat skill is it?" The golden light around Luo Xiangcai's body gradually dissipated, revealing his thin figure. He wore a light golden robe. He had a pale and delicate face, thin lips, slanted and long eyes, and a wide nose. He stared at Ding Hao as his mouth and nose were bleeding.

"I created it ...