"Did my brother win?"
Xiao Mang looked up to the sky and couldn't believe what she was seeing.
There had been eleven Perfected Cultivators and four powerhouses, but Chen Fan killed seven of them. He was especially unstoppable when he let out his Xuan Wu Divine Form.
"It's impossible! It's impossible!"
Chu Tianyu and the others were dumbfounded.
What they had just seen was completely different from what they had expected. Zhu Jiushan and the Perfected Cultivators should have been able to suppress Chen Fan; instead, it was Chen Fan who defeated most of them by himself.
Not only them, the elders of the other sects also froze like statues.
