"So this young man is Ning Potian's son. Having such strength at his age, if he is left alive, he will definitely become a major threat in the future."
The speaker was a hunchbacked old woman, possessing an exceptionally profound aura.
Another thin elderly man also smirked sinisterly.
"Back then, we chased his father, and now we end up killing his son, how interesting."
Ning Fan looked at the figures that appeared, surprised that he had miscalculated this time.
The Supreme Elders from the other two sects were actually joining forces at this moment.
Their appearance seemed to pronounce his death sentence, and this made Ning Fan incredibly unwilling to accept it.
Clenching the "Heavenly Slasher" in his hand, he scoffed disdainfully.
"Even if I am to die here, I will definitely take one of you with me."
Several people scoffed in disdain, Qing Feng directly said, "Stop wasting time on this kid. Let's make it quick."