"What a terrifying power, what a fast sword!"
"Even the sect's Divine Power Realm elders aren't much better, are they?"
Old Chu was in shock.
He had witnessed it very clearly. Just now, it seemed like only one sword, but in reality, "Zhuang Thirteen" had executed thirteen strikes while piercing through the Great Desert's Thirteen Riders. Each strike had hit the vital points of the Great Desert's Thirteen Riders.
For experts of this level, a single flaw, one opportunity, one sword could determine life or death.
As a result, in the blink of an eye, all the Great Desert's Thirteen Riders had died.
Since the Great Desert's Thirteen Riders were already dead, there was no point in him staying here.
Therefore, Old Chu quietly retreated and, in the blink of an eye, had returned to a house in the stronghold. He discreetly slipped away from the other side of the stronghold.
Lu Changsheng had noticed Old Chu, but he didn't pursue him.
