The tip of the sword moved and carved the word 'prisoner' on the left side of elder Xueli's face.
Seeing that he was still glaring at him, Zhang Yu smiled. His smile was very cold.
"Let's continue. Whoever runs away first is a coward!"
He held the hilt with both hands, and with a crazed expression, he violently stabbed his chest.
"Stop!" Patriarch Xueli couldn't hold back his anger any longer and exploded.
He struggled to get away, trying to mobilize his spiritual power to break open his shoulder blades.
However, it was useless.
No matter how hard he tried, his spiritual power was sealed and it was all in vain.
Even if his physical body was very strong and the terrifying ten thousand year Dark Iron chain was locked, it had penetrated through his body and through his limbs. How could he exert force?
On the contrary, as he struggled, his injuries became more and more severe.
Half an hour later.
