In an instant, the dragon destroyed the formation and destroyed everything.

Hundreds of true kings retreated one after another, spitting blood.

Qin Xuan put away the Jiugong Sword Domain, smiled faintly, and then, like a golden roc, he entered among hundreds of people.

Every punch hits the weak spot of the True Lord, and with every punch, a True Lord dies.

Punch out, life lost, blood splattered.

After Qin Xuan stopped his hand, his fist was already covered with blood.

The wasteland is full of corpses.

Including Commander Xu, who still refused to close his eyes to death. It seemed that even until his death, the master had never figured out why such a terrifying existence existed in the world.

Qin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, like a demon monk, and his peripheral vision passed by the stunned Wuxian and Zhou Lianyun.

With a slight movement of thought, the mirage dispersed.

He showed his true cultivation and made the chicken drumstick in Wu Xian's hand fall to the ground.

"What!"

"You, how could you only have..."

"The peak of divine transformation!?"

At the peak of divine transformation, suppress her Wu Xian and kill hundreds of True Lords!
Chapter completed!