"You four can shatter iron blocks, but you don't know that I can turn those iron blocks into dust."
"Ants in the well stare at the sky, how would they know what true power is?"
Ning Fan said indifferently as he instantly dealt with four Horizontal Refinement Grandmasters.
His voice was flat, void of fluctuations, as if the four he had just killed were not Horizontal Refinement Grandmasters but mere ants!
Everyone was shocked by Ning Fan's terrifying strength, and it took a long time for anyone to recover.
The invincible bodies of Horizontal Refinement Grandmasters crumbled like bubbles in Ning Fan's hands, bursting upon contact!
"Kill!"
"With Mr. Ning here, the Divine Tune Sect is nothing but crap!"
"Hahaha! Today we avenge ourselves and wash the Divine Tune Sect in blood!"
The morale of the Myriad Flowers Valley members was at its peak as they laughed and brandished their weapons at the enemy.