Pharaoh propped his arm on the ground, trying to stand up, but the sword strike he had just suffered was too severe.
He wasn't supposed to lose, yet his downfall was his pride.
This moment was undoubtedly the most disgraceful of his life; previously, he was always the one tormenting others, never imagining that today, it would be him enduring the torment!
The key adversary was a young Huaxian kid, barely weaned.
He looked down on Huaxian cultivators because he believed that only the power granted by gods and curses was supreme!
He felt Blood Gas rising, with fresh blood continuously spilling out from his back.
This time, he genuinely couldn't get up. He really shouldn't have come to the land of Huaxia.
Gradually, the sound of calm footsteps reached his ears, and then a pair of feet entered his sight. From the casual shoes, he slowly looked up and saw an exceptionally young face.
It was Ren Feifan.