In an instant, the stillness turned into motion, and he swiftly retreated backward.
The old man was fast, but at this moment, Jiang Ning's sword swing was even faster.
With the enhancement of his Inner Breath, this strike was 30 percent faster than his previous ones.
A 30 percent increase in sword speed was the difference between life and death.
Hoarsely—
The old man opened his mouth and dark, fresh blood gushed out continuously, completely stifling his words.
"I... am... not... willing!" Among the spray of blood, the old man struggled to say these words.
His eyes were also filled with intense unwillingness.
Because in his heart, he still had many tricks left unused.
If he transformed into his Divine Descendant form, he would possess an immortal body.
In front of an immortal body, such a sword wound was merely a flesh wound.
As long as his neck wasn't completely severed, it would take but a moment to recover fully.