So far, as many as 132 warriors have died in Xu Chen's hands.

"If you want to take my head and become your stepping stone, then I will kill you until there are mountains of corpses, kill you until you are frightened by the news, kill you until your gallbladder and liver are split, and kill you until you dare not even take a step out of Martial Saint City!!!"

Xu Chen was filled with murderous intent and his voice was cold to the bone.

Another half hour passed.

The number of warriors who died in Xu Chen's hands exceeded 300.

Although there was an endless stream of follow-up warriors coming, as more and more warriors died in Xu Chen's hands, some warriors had become fearful and had the idea of ​​​​retreating.

Becoming a disciple of the Holy Land is indeed a meteoric rise, but you have to have a life first. If you lose your life, what's the point of becoming a disciple of the Holy Land?

Some warriors began to retreat, but more people joined in continuously.

Xu Chen retreated while killing.

Before I knew it, I was already thousands of miles away from Wu Sheng City.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!!!"

A bright sword energy suddenly struck, and before the seven or eight warriors had time to resist, they were overwhelmed by the sword energy and turned into a puff of blood mist.

Xu Chen walked out of the wind.

The moment he killed seven or eight warriors and appeared, countless figures came from all directions.

Seeing this scene, Xu Chen didn't understand why he had fallen into a trap.

Someone actually used the seven or eight people who had just died as bait, and secretly ambush him around, waiting for him to show up, and then swarm him.

After hunting geese all day long, a goose pecked my eye.

This also proves that there are smart people among the warriors who are chasing him.

but……

This smart man still missed something.
Chapter completed!