Eight magic wands simultaneously struck his body, with predictable results.
Although the elder's cultivation was strong, his body was ultimately still a mortal shell, beaten to the point of flesh and blood blurred, with bones fractured in countless places.
The elder felt resentment in his heart, he looked at Hua Xian'er and roared: "Hua Xian'er, if you kill us today, you will surely regret it in the near future!"
"I wish you, you traitor, would die right now, there's nothing to regret!" Hua Xian'er snorted coldly, putting no weight on the elder's words, as the eight avatars simultaneously moved. The magic wands shattered the void, carrying the power of eight magic forces down fiercely, directly aiming for the elder's head.
If it hit this time, irrespective of how strong the elder's cultivation was, the head would likely be shattered, leading to certain death.
