Traveling to the Sacred Zone

Wu Ming's eyes flickered like an unsheathed sword. He wanted to teach this arrogant youth a lesson. When Wu Ming raised his sword, a formless and chilly sword wind arose and attacked the youth.

The youth called Si Kong just snorted coldly and didn't try to evade it. He just waved the folding fan in his hand skillfully. It seemed as if it didn't cause any great disturbance. Yet, it still managed to disperse Wu Ming's sword wind. It was exactly like how a candle flame would be extinguished by a human's light breath.

Moreover, since Wu Ming was the past master of the Sword Pavilion, many people couldn't help but find Si Kong's power shocking. This was also the case for Wu Ming, and he stared at the folding fan.

"The Divine Wind Fan!" Jiang Chen, who had witnessed everything through the divine tree, managed to recognize the fan. It was one of the Sacred Zone's most famous divine weapons like the Human Emperor Bow.