"Whoosh~"
Just then, a chilling killing intent swept across the entire world, surging towards Han Yijian.
Han Yijian looked up, his eyes sharp and cold, holding a purple-gold divine sword, and swung it fiercely, the sword light flashing, to meet the attack.
In an instant, the two collided, producing a resounding clang and sparks flying everywhere.
Xu Xiwang, holding a long spear, also appeared behind the Holy Son of No Destiny.
"A mere Saint Realm Level 3 cultivator dares to come here to die!"
Sensing Xu Xiwang's aura, the Holy Son of Wuding revealed a ferocious smile. He threw a punch, the fist imprint blazing fiercely, like a meteorite crashing down, with a thunderous roar.
"Thump—"
Xu Xiwang thrust his spear horizontally, clashing head-on with the fist imprint, unleashing a burst of dazzling light rain, sparks adorning the sky and illuminating the night.
The Holy Son of No Destiny staggered back a hundred paces, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"What! A Saint Realm Level 3 expert possesses such power! Why have I encountered so many freaks today? Are they the successors of some powerful force?"
The Holy Son of Wuding was shocked and shouted loudly without thinking, "Everyone, it's a misunderstanding! I am the Holy Son of Wuding Divine Palace. If you are willing to show mercy and let me go, Wuding Divine Palace will surely reward you handsomely afterwards!"
However, no sooner had he finished speaking than Xu Xiwang launched another attack.
"Whoosh~"
Xu Xiwang pierced through the void with a single spear thrust, tearing apart all obstacles.
The Holy Son of Wuding was terrified and hurriedly activated a secret technique to defend himself.
However, his defenses crumbled in an instant, and the spear was aimed straight at his throat.
The bone ship he was riding on was also pierced through by Han Yijian's sword light and completely destroyed.
He was so frightened that he turned and fled.
"Can you get away?"
Xu Xiwang scoffed, his spear trembling like a dragon, instantly entangling the left arm of the Uncertain Saint.
With a snap, the left arm of the Holy Son of No Destiny was severed at the elbow, and blood spurted out, staining the long river red.
"ah--"
The Holy Son of No Destiny screamed in agony; his left arm was crippled, and he was severely injured.
He was horrified, knowing he had failed today; he had underestimated the strength of these young people.
These people are about the same age as him, but their fighting power is so abnormal, it's simply unbelievable.
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