The slap was heavy, and it carried True Qi, directly shattering the Gang Qi of this Golden Core cultivator. His face blossomed with blood; not only was blood flowing, but even his teeth were sent flying.
He was dazed and wanted to say something, but Meng Yu's foot struck him squarely in the groin.
With a crack, he collapsed to the ground, his body twisting like that of a shrimp.
Meng Yu didn't kill anyone, but his methods were even more terrifying than death.
"What are you doing?"
The remaining eleven were filled with shock. This person was a Middle Stage Golden Core, foul-mouthed and ruthless in his actions, yet his Cultivation Technique was not weak. How could he not even block a single attack?
They reacted quickly. As Meng Yu made his move, two swords and four sabers, along with various Spirit Talismans and Magic Spells, were hurled toward Meng Yu.
Swords like wind, sabers like thunder, and the onslaught of various attacks was fierce.
