Just when everyone was confused, Li Xuanyu threw the wine gourd in his hand into the air.

"Now that you're here, then...die!"

After the words fell, a large mouthful of ice drunk turned into a series of wine swords, attacking towards the True Lord's team.

"careful!"

"She has been promoted to True Lord!"

Those true monarchs are basically a ragtag group of people from different holy sects, and there is no such thing as joining forces.

Seeing Li Xuanyu's brazen attack, they all went their separate ways, with the Holy Sect as an alliance, and planned to form a defensive formation.

But how can a dozen low-level True Lords form an formation and be able to block Li Xuanyu's wine sword?

Puff, puff puff!

The aroma of wine overflows and the sword buzzes!

The formation was shattered, and heads were penetrated one after another.

There was a continuous wail.

The team of hundreds of low-level true kings suffered countless casualties.
Chapter completed!