Gui Sen, who always thought highly of himself, was now visibly more solemn.
Upon first meeting Ding Fan, he didn't even regard Ding Fan as worth his notice. Confident in his Quick Blade, he assumed he would surely kill Ding Fan beneath his Longsword.
But what Gui Sen didn't expect was that a youth like Ding Fan, standing before him, not only survived his attacks but now forced him to retreat repeatedly. In that moment, he found himself only able to defend, without any chance to strike back.
The previously arrogant disciples of the Ghost Sect were now all silent.
Watching Ding Fan's fierce offensive pushing back Gui Sen, the fighting spirit of the Ghost Sect disciples had already been suppressed.
Splurt...
At that moment, Ding Fan swung his Longsword sharply, and a stream of blood shot straight up.
When everyone looked again, Gui Sen was already standing there in a daze.
