"You're courting death!"
The Disaster Witch growled low, her murderous intent in her eyes becoming even more intense, almost dripping wet.
She had never expected that Lin Fan, with his early-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, would dare to strike at her!
Such low-level cultivation, just like ants!
Not withstand a single blow!
But.
The punch that Lin Fan just threw, its terrifying power, in the Disaster Witch's estimation, must have exceeded twenty million pounds!
It was enough to destroy one of her palms.
Now, Lin Fan has picked up the Xuanyuan Sword and struck at her again, how could the Disaster Witch not be furious?
It's like an ant, acting arrogant in front of a giant dragon, striking at the dragon!
Simply.
Seeking death!
"Get lost!"
The Disaster Witch roared furiously, raising her hand and slapping Lin Fan.
This slap, carrying terrifying power, almost like Taishan collapsing, was pressing down towards Lin Fan!
"Clang!"
