"Kill!" Wu Peng roared in fury as he saw nearly a thousand saints from the four major Sects fall, all meeting grim deaths, all perishing without a whole corpse, bellowing, raging, madly striking out in frenzy.
However, no matter how frantically Wu Peng and the others attacked, they were constantly suppressed by the Iceflame Qilin and Azure Thunder Python's six people.
The more Wu Peng fought, the more he was inflamed with rage, the more frenzied he became.
And Xiaotian, controlling the power of the Sword Path, would occasionally activate the eighteen Sword Steles to bombard Wu Peng and his seventeen people, leaving Wu Peng in a sorry state.
"Xiaotian, if you have the guts, come down here!" Wu Peng bellowed furiously, his murderous intent unruly, "Let's have a one-on-one duel!"
Everyone was speechless.
Wu Peng was a Divine Spirit, yet he had the audacity to challenge a Martial Emperor to a duel. Such words, it seemed, only Wu Peng could utter.
