Staring at Long Zhigang ten meters away, Chen Nan gripped the Demon Sword tightly.
He had intended to slash his opponent with a single stroke and then hurry to save Su Qingqing, but had underestimated the man's strength, allowing him to dodge the attack.
Chen Nan glanced at the time, only four minutes remained.
If the delay continued, even if he managed to slay Long Zhigang, there wouldn't be enough time to reach Yue Mountain.
"Chen Nan, we agreed upon a friendly spar, but you seem intent on sending me to my death?" Long Zhigang said.
Chen Nan snorted coldly, positioned the Demon Sword, and said in a chilly voice, "Today, you either step aside or I send you on the road to the Netherworld!"
"How arrogant you are. Today I must settle our differences," he said with a cold laugh.
The next moment, a glow appeared beneath Long Zhigang's feet, and a silver-white long sword materialized, vibrating and lifting him into the air.
Sword Flight!
