Willow leaves continued to fall, one figure after another plummeted down from mid-air, crashing violently onto the ground.
Many people inside the city fixed their gaze, only to see slender and narrow slashes appear on these people's necks, with blood gushing out incessantly.
In an instant, half of the cultivators who rushed out of the city intending to take advantage of the chaos to kill Ye Feng and seize the treasure in his hand were dead or injured.
Everyone was utterly stunned by the scene in front of them.
Although these cultivators' levels were not extremely high, most of them were still at the late Mahayana or peak Mahayana, not to mention two Earth Immortal masters among them.
But such a lineup was still halved with a single move in Bai Xiaofan's hands.
This...
In an instant, all eyes turned to Bai Xiaofan, looking at the man in blue robes, speculating about his identity.
"My name is Bai Xiaofan, remember it, and anyone else afraid of death, feel free to come!"
