After her three souls were scattered, she thought she would never be able to become the King of Martial Arts again in this life.

As a result, Han Yang taught her a set of healing techniques, which allowed her three scattered souls to gradually revive.

How could this man be so miraculous and unbelievable that he was defeated at the hands of a few first-, second- and third-level Xiaowu Kings?

Even if it's six, so what.

He can win!

…

On Peach Blossom Island, the six martial kings in the Desolate Temple all looked at Han Yang, who was standing with a sword.

"Oh……"

A ferocious smile appeared on the face of the third-level Martial King, like a demon in the middle of the night. He grinned ferociously, revealing his white teeth, "Now, no one objects to me killing him, right?"

Han Yang's words were provoking everyone.

How could the King of Martial be humiliated by his juniors?

Han Yang must die!

The master of the left hall took a deep look at Han Yang and finally said: "Be careful, don't beat the body to pieces, we... are half a family!"

"make a deal!"

After spitting out the last two words, the figure of the old man on Peach Blossom Island suddenly disappeared.

The triple king realm force field instantly descended on Han Yang's body.

The terrifying pressure even shattered the bluestone and soil under Han Yang's feet into smoke and dust.

boom!
Chapter completed!