Bang... Bang... Bang...
Waves of rampant Primordial Power were swiftly unleashed.
This group of dozens of martial artists struck with lethal intent from the very start.
"Courting death." Xiao Yi's eyes turned cold as a wisp of Sword Qi formed at his fingertips.
In his perception, they were merely a group of trifling Saint Realm martial artists, with only a few reaching the Saint King Realm.
Swoosh...
The Sword Qi flashed by, shattering all the surging Primordial Power into pieces.
Afterward, the power of the Sword Qi did not diminish, and its sharp aura caused the dozens of martial artists to show panic on their faces.
"Hmph." The old man snorted coldly and with a quick move, blocked the Sword Qi.
He struck heavily with his palm, dispersing the Sword Qi with ease.
"A mere Sixth Layer of the Saint King Realm and you possess such power?" The old man's eyes narrowed, coldly glaring at Xiao Yi.
Looking at his palm again, a Sword Mark appeared vividly.
