"Kill!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Yes, Young Master!" Xu Tianxing responded respectfully.
Saying this, Xu Tianxing stepped forward, walking coldly towards the men in black opposite them.
"Hmph! Just a mere Control Realm Martial Artist, yet you dare to boast and claim you'll destroy our Dragon Sword? Zhang Xiaohao, I reckon you're not fully awake yet?" the middle-aged man sneered.
"Wind Whirl Heaves!" Xu Tianxing roared in a low voice.
A terrifying golden hurricane erupted from his legs, directly enveloping everything within fifty feet, its formidable power rushing toward the middle-aged man in front.
"Hmph! You four, go and keep him company!" the middle-aged man ordered coldly.
"Yes, my lord!" the four men in black replied respectfully.
Their bodies flickered as they charged forward swiftly, using their martial movement techniques.
The momentum of the Peak of Control Realm erupted from within them.
