This group's strength might not match Zhu Chouquan, but among them, there are three or four Dao Fruit experts.
And a large number of Great Saints.
"Kill," following Zhu Chouquan's words.
A "boom" was heard.
These Light Falcons swooped in from all directions.
"Eagle Strike the Sky."
"Light Eagle Flame Burst."
"Monster Saint Claw."
Three Dao Fruit powerhouses were the most imposing.
One moved at extreme speed, turning into afterimages, sweeping through the void.
One had an increased Light power around them, like a fireball about to ignite, charging directly at Xu Zimei.
Another gathered all power in their claws; the whole claw seemed like Qin Tian, the Light extremely intense.
"A bunch of motley crew."
Xu Zimei snorted coldly.
The Tyrant Shadow in his hand slashed forward, releasing powerful Blade Intent from the blade.
Directly splitting the fireball in half.
With a slight shift of his figure, he dodged the Dao Fruit's Eagle Strike the Sky.
