บท 252: Sword Rain

Yu Nianzhen had seen the same kind of crystal ball on Li Futian and knew it could predict the future.

Although it could only foresee a few breaths into the future, those few breaths were enough to decide a fight.

'What a pain.' Yu Nianzhen thought and hurriedly stepped back.

Unfortunately, Lin Fu had expected this move.

When Yu Nianzhen's feet touched the ground, a white light also arrived.

Before he could react, the white light enveloped his body and pain invaded his body.

The white light felt like fire but also like ice.

Yu Nianzhen was flung backwards and a stream of blood flew out of his mouth.

"Fellow Daoist Yu, would you like to concede?" Lin Fu asked.

His cultivation was at the fifth level of the origin tempering realm.

Although it was among the worst in the arena, his prediction ability made up for it.

Even if it was against a peak-level cultivator, Lin Fu had the confidence to win.