A huge shock wave swept across all directions.

The hall was like thunder exploding.

Xiao Jiuer fell back seven or eight feet. After landing, he jumped up and rushed forward again.

He Wantong fell back more than ten feet, but before he could stand still, Xiao Jiuer's Baisheng's little fist came again.

"If you have any trump cards, bring them out, otherwise you'll have no chance!"

Han Yang's voice spread throughout the hall.

There were more than a dozen Qi gathering warriors around, their whole bodies tense and their minds blank.

Comparable to the sixth level of Qi gathering!

The strength of this golden corpse has even reached the sixth level of Qi gathering.

No wonder it can kill Lu Xiongfei and others instantly.

boom!

The fist and sword collided again.

He Wantong's face flushed, his arms kept shaking, and he could no longer hold the sword in his hand.

If he hadn't mastered the middle-grade spiritual weapon, he would have been killed by Xiao Jiu'er with two punches.

"Han Yang! You are seeking death!"

He Wantong shouted angrily, and a palm-sized jade plate appeared in his hand.
Chapter completed!