"You're all going to die," Zeng Chunyu yelled, his Little White Sword shooting out like a drone toward the cultivators in front of him.
It was too fast; the cultivators only saw a flash of white light before they fell to the ground, dead beyond any doubt.
"No, this can't be possible," the cultivators looking at Zeng Chunyu exclaimed with shock in their eyes.
Because they saw that, unbelievably, Zeng Chunyu had Nascent Soul strength. How could this be?
Hadn't people said before? Before entering the ruins, Zeng Chunyu only had Foundation Establishment level three strength; it was impossible for him to have made much progress by now.
Even if Zeng Chunyu had achieved Golden Core strength, it would have been like flying up there on a rocket.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh." After those Little White Swords killed the cultivators, they continued to slay other enemies.
Those enemies were as weak as tofu, slain by Zeng Chunyu to a death beyond dying.
