"Slayer of Immortals?"
Lionel Yeager sneered, "Is such trash swordsmanship also capable of slaying immortals?"
Saying this, Lionel Yeager brazenly threw a punch, blasting it out ferociously!
This punch was simple and profound, with a blinding golden light shining on the fist, it seemed as if it was going to explode everything!
Thrum Thrum!
Rumbling!
The sounds of collision and explosion resounded, shaking heaven and earth!
The thousands of flying swords that shot towards him were utterly destroyed!
"Ah..."
Jason Bland let out an extremely painful scream, his body lifted off the ground, and for the fourth time, he was sent flying dozens of meters away...
When he crashed to the ground.
Jason Bland spewed out a mouthful of blood; several of his ribs were broken.
His entire right arm was shattered, and the sword in his hand was also blasted to pieces.
With that punch, Lionel Yeager inflicted severe injuries on him; he couldn't even get up.
"Third Young Master!"
