"Holy shit! This old fella is pretty powerful, cutting off the plane with a single sword?!"
Bardon Bard couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"This old fella is strong!"
Lily Tisdale said in a deep voice.
Prajna Bates clenched her fists as well, her gaze cold as she looked at Sinclair Yoshimitsu.
Through Sinclair Yoshimitsu's sword just now, Lionel Yeager could sense his cultivation.
Mid-stage Martial Saint!
At this moment,
everyone else on the helicopters was scared out of their wits.
They never imagined that this old fella would be so powerful, cutting off a plane with a single sword, and completely overturning their understanding.
Emma Cobb on the ship also stared blankly at Sinclair Yoshimitsu.
She had fought with Sinclair Yoshimitsu before and knew that this old fella was strong.
But she never expected him to be this strong.
"Well done, Mr. Yoshimitsu!"
"Haha, Mr. Yoshimitsu, cutting off the plane with a single sword is simply divine!"
