Looking at the person before him, Qi Guangzhi involuntarily stepped back two steps in fear.
The man in front of him was practically Qi Guangzhi's worst nightmare. Once, outside Lushan City, this very man had casually slaughtered two Earth Level powerhouses with a wave of his hand.
Qi Guangzhi himself was merely at the Earth Level of cultivation; in front of this man, he was no better than an ant. If this man wanted to crush him, all it would take was a slight movement of his hand.
"You must die." The newcomer spoke coldly.
At the sound of his voice, Luo Li, who had been closing her eyes and waiting for death, hastily opened them. When she saw the figure standing not far away, tears instantly streamed down her face.
The person who appeared at this moment—who else could it be but Ding Fan?
