Chen Nan trod through the void, striding through the air in seven steps.
The raging Gang Wind wreaked havoc, and his body was surrounded by a thick Demonic Qi. Dark clouds churned, and his Killing Aura reached the skies, as if a demon god of peerless might had descended upon the mortal realm, striking fear into the hearts of all who looked upon him.
"Crack..."
The sounds of shattering continued to issue forth; every time Chen Nan struck out with his palm, a folding fan would burst apart.
However, Hua Hai Ming's face was filled with cold laughter, showing disdain for Chen Nan's counterattacks. To him, the folding fans that Chen Nan shattered were but a drop in the ocean in the face of his "Iron Fan Thousand Layers Slash."
"My iron fan has a thousand layers of illusions; let's see how much strength you have left!"
