If even Li Changgeng was like this, then if it were them, that instinctual fear might increase tenfold.
Slash...
Suddenly, Zhang Fan's hand, like a knife, lightly cut through the void, and a stream of light turned into a trajectory, slicing Li Changgeng's Primordial Spirit in two.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, this minute, this second.
Everyone's eyes widened, watching the incredible scene before them.
The Primordial Spirit is inherently precious, any increase or decrease has an immense impact.
Yet at this moment, Li Changgeng's Primordial Spirit was directly cut in half.
Sigh...
Indeed, the heavens trembled, the earth rumbled, as if they were bidding farewell to this cultivator who seized the fortune of heaven and earth.
Everyone could feel Li Changgeng's aura weakening, like a candle in the wind, as if life and death were in silence.
This heir of the White Crane Temple ultimately fell at Zhang Fan's feet.
