The Qi Force surged, causing Chu Ming's white robe to flutter and rustle.
Boom!
Golden light swept through, like a dazzling comet slicing through the sky, rings of white smoke billowing from Chu Ming's fist, interwoven with gold and white like a furious dragon, charging rampantly among the twenty swordsmen!
Puff, puff, puff...
Chu Ming's strike far surpassed the peak of Extreme Nether, instantly reducing seven swordsmen to nothing under the golden light, leaving the remaining thirteen swordsmen with various injuries.
"Meteor Sword!"
Without pausing, Chu Ming stomped fiercely with his right foot, propelling his body into the sky. A swift Sword Light pierced the heavens from the Blue Red Sword in his hand, like a meteor falling, causing ripples to spread through the Void.
Slash! Slash!
In an instant, the remaining thirteen swordsmen were severed into two, utterly dead!
Chu Ming's gaze was extraordinarily calm; in the fifth level, he had used all his trump cards.
