However, the golden-robed man on the flying chariot only smiled and shook his head. He raised his hand and pointed.
The flying sword was covered in a black membrane and broke through the twelve swords.
In an instant, it pierced through Gongyang Zhang's chest and brought him to the ground.
Bang!
Until he was nailed to the dust of shame.
As the clouds dispersed, the people of the mortal world shouted in an uproar, their hearts falling to the bottom of the valley.
The black-membrane flying sword flew back to the golden-robed man with a casual wave of his hand.
The cultivators behind him had already begun their massacre.
In the blink of an eye, the dozens of cultivators led by Gongyang Chang were either killed or injured and fell to the ground.
King Shi did not even look at the ground and waved his hand impatiently."Massacre the city."
