Under the watchful eyes of thousands.
Boom!
Cao Wanchun was blasted onto a mountain wall, producing a violent explosion.
He looked terrified, his eyes completely red.
"Bastard!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
Yelling furiously, he controlled his Flying Sword, which shot towards Luo Chen like a speeding arrow.
Luo Chen watched this coldly, his hands behind his back, not moving.
The next moment, a large, sturdy hand emerged from beside him, firmly grasping the Flying Sword.
The body of the sword still quivered violently, as if resisting being controlled.
The owner of the large hand, dressed in black linen, nodded at Luo Chen, then turned into a blood-colored tornado heading straight for Cao Wanchun.
"A defeated manpower, still daring to break promises!"
"You! You're asking for death!"
With a look of terror on Cao Wanchun's face, the blood-colored tornado suddenly hit him.
