"You do have some strength. Eight kills of ancient jade-human kill!"
kill! Jian wuchen shouted. A terrifying killing intent spread out, accompanied by a terrifying sword light.
The sword light hit bu xingkai's poisonous Dragon.
BOOM!
The energy shot out in all directions, and the ground was hit by the powerful energy, creating a large pit. If the tables and chairs not far away were not blocked by some silver disciples and even the elders, they would have been smashed into dust.
Buzzzzzz!
With a loud noise, bu xingkai's spear flew out of his hand and into a fake mountain. He was forced to retreat more than 20 steps. Before he could stand still, a silver rank disciple from The White Tiger Hall appeared behind bu xingkai and blocked his way.
Pfft!
Bu xingkai's expression changed rapidly. Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood and his hand trembled.
