After punching the boy who had lost both arms, Mu Changxiao jumped down without hesitation and kicked Lin Xingyue to the ground again, who had just stood up, and then punched out, cruelly piercing her abdomen.

In front of this unparalleled demon, the three masters were as vulnerable as chickens and dogs. They could only let him flatten and round them, and ravage them at will, without the slightest resistance.

"Here comes the sword!"

Just when he was about to crush Lin Xingyue's head with one palm, Zhong Wen's loud voice suddenly sounded not far away.

"Buzz!"

Mu Changxiao turned around when he heard the sound, and happened to see Tianque Sword make a long sound, then turned into a colorful light and flashed through the air, and landed firmly in the hands of Zhong Wen who stood up again.

"I'll leave the rest to you."

Under the exaggerated effect of "The Enemy of Hell", the injuries in Zhong Wen's body have recovered to some extent. With a sword in his hand, he once again released his overwhelming determination and said word by word in the direction of Lin Xingyue,

There was something tragic and decisive in his words, as if he was entrusting his funeral arrangements.

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely holy and pure light burst out with him as the center, illuminating the heaven and earth.
Chapter completed!