The Holy Light Talisman in Lance Bai's hand became completely dim, lost its defensive function, and shattered into pieces of paper butterflies, scattered on the ground.

Zhang Ruochen, who looked like a scholar in Tsing Yi, once again used the space collapse move to shatter the space where the five of them were. In just a moment, the two holy kings screamed and were swallowed by the broken space.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen used space movement, appeared behind King Yin Du, and cut off his head with a sword.

Behind Zhang Ruochen, a holy sword exploded with perfect power and struck down, like a silver moon falling from the sky. It contained infinite killing power and was about to kill Zhang Ruochen under the sword.

Zhang Ruochen didn't even look back, and with a wave of his hand, a three-foot-long space crack flew out, cutting the holy sword into two pieces.

"Pfft."

At the same time, the space crack cut off the one-step Saint King who was more than one foot tall, and the two parts of his body flew in two different directions.

Zhang Ruochen first made a bang, crushing the head of King Yin Jie flying in the air, and then threw out the heavy sword in his hand, piercing the head of the big man whose waist was cut off just now.

In a flash of lightning, six of the seven holy kings were killed. Dead bodies and blood were everywhere.

Under the firelight, Lance Bai looked at the slightly blurry scholar in Tsing Yi in the distance, his legs trembling and he almost fell to his knees.

"Da da."

The scholar in Tsing Yi walked towards him holding a heavy sword dripping with blood.
Chapter completed!