The other party's cultivation level is obviously not the second or third level martial saint mentioned in the intelligence.

Due to the power of Lieshan's martial arts, eighteen of them formed a battle formation, and even those fourth-level martial saints who practiced warfare had to retreat.

As a result, now this woman shows up, drinks them casually, and seriously injures them?

No!

Not a serious injury.

Click.

Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, something broke.

The next moment, the eighteen Martial Saints were like leaves struck by a storm, smashed into pieces and turned into a rain of blood.

When the roar of the female priest finally subsided, the eighteen statues rushed towards the palace unscrupulously, disturbing Han Yang's chess masters with their piercing sounds, and all of them turned into flying ash and disappeared into the void.

There was deathly silence between heaven and earth.

Li Kuoshan, Zhang Miao, and the third-level Martial King from Feng Kingdom were all stunned and opened their mouths.

Even Bai Xiaosheng bulged his eyes, looking lost.

Lie Shanming touched his neck subconsciously, and his back was already wet with cold sweat.

"So, when she scolded the three of us earlier, did she deliberately hold back? Did she intentionally let me spread the news?"

Those eighteen first- and second-level martial saints are all descendants of the Lieshan clan of Huaijingtang, and each of them has a combat power above that of Lieshan Ming.

However, they were all wiped out by the opponent's roar.

Lie Shanming had no doubt that if he encountered this roar, he would not have the slightest hope of survival.

Such a monster-like powerful woman actually regards Mr. Han as her master and is willing to be his furnace?
Chapter completed!