In the blink of an eye, two disciples of the Qiankun Divine Sect and a member of the Chuanyi Dynasty had fallen under Wang Xu's blade.
Squirt!
Wang Xu's blade had reached an extreme speed, which these ordinary disciples simply couldn't withstand.
Blood splattered, and corpses fell from the sky. A fierce aura suddenly erupted, making Wang Xu seem like a demon emerging from hell, slaughtering crazily.
"Da Hu! Da Niu! Damn it!"
Fang Que's face was sullen. Among the three forces besieging Wang Xu, his strength was the weakest, merely comparable to the Immortal Chaos Realm.
Facing such a terrifying existence as Wang Xu, he could only watch helplessly as the people of the Chuanyi Dynasty were killed, unable to do anything.
"To possess such strength, it seems I didn't come here in vain!"
Wu Chi suddenly laughed and waved his hand, "Disciples of the Burning Wild Divine Sect, fall back!"
