Just as Li Fan was shocked by Xuantian's exquisite swordsmanship, and felt dejected about his own ordinary talent, falling into deep self-reflection and self-denial, and began to ponder the essence of the sword, trying to shape his own sword intent, vaguely touching upon some understanding.
Unexpectedly, at this very moment, someone with no eyesight came to disrupt this opportunity to comprehend the sword heart and the Sword Path.
"Fellow Daoist, help me—!"
A cultivator, being chased by the Divine Teachings and in a panic, saw someone standing there and rushed over for help.
"Help your sister!"
Li Fan, who had his sword heart enlightenment disrupted by this ridiculous affair, was furious. He flicked his wrist and sent the man's head flying with a palm.
