Clang…

The two sharp swords collided with each other.

The sword originally aimed at Shui Ninghan actually struck back at Murong Lingyun.

The two of them fought fiercely.

Beside, Shui Ninghan stood with his hands behind his back.

In the distance, Meng Piaopiao narrowed his eyes, "Mengdao?"

Boom...a wisp of misty brilliance, released instantly.

"Wake up." Mengpianpian shouted violently.

"Heh." Shui Ninghan chuckled.

Ten months later.

Meng Piaopiao spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Shui Ninghan shook his head, "Mr. Meng's Dream Dao attainments are no worse than that of the little girl."

"Do you know where you lost?"

Meng Pianpian wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and frowned.

Shui Ninghan smiled in the spring breeze, "My dream is more gorgeous, more illusory, more comfortable, and more lingering and immersed in it."

"My dreams are more silent, more beautiful, and more difficult to distinguish between true and false."

The voice fell.

Shui Ninghan waved his hand.

"puff."

"puff."

"puff."

Three sounds of vomiting blood sounded simultaneously.

Su Cheng, Murong Lingyun, and Meng Piaopiao all spurted out blood and were blasted away heavily.

These three people can be regarded as the three most outstanding talents in the world.

But in Shui Ninghan's hands, it was like a plaything, vulnerable to a blow.

The three of them were defeated so easily by this young woman who was the same age as them.

"Are you qualified now? Geez." Shui Ninghan looked at the three of them with a chuckle.

The three of them looked ugly and remained silent.

"What about you?" Shui Ninghan looked at the powerful men from hundreds of schools.

"Surrender or die?"

Third update.
Chapter completed!