In the blink of an eye.
Of the five great protectors of the Sword Gang, four are gone, leaving only the central protector surviving.
"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
"You, newly born, tiny nation, how can you defeat the chosen of the dynasty?"
Standing on "Chopping Hatred Peak," the central protector hasn't recovered, his legs trembling, fear filling his heart. Now that the four great protectors have fallen, is it his turn next?
High above, members of the Sword Gang and Door of Floating Life are still fiercely battling.
Corpses can occasionally be seen falling from the sky, blood raining down like a drizzle, as if trying to stain the world into a land of sin.
"Today's battle will determine victory or defeat, life or death!"
"The Sword Gang does not need to disband!"
Qin Wudao slowly drew the Xuanyuan Sword, walked to the central protector, and spoke coldly.
