The night had deepened, and a fierce wind howled under the bright moon.
Su Hang rode the wind, moving like a shadow, so fast that even experts at the Grandmaster Perfection Stage couldn't capture him.
"You lowly native, didn't you say you were going to turn me into a corpse? Why are you running around like a scared dog?" Qiu Hongjian held her sword tightly and chased after him, her sword swung down in a flash, casting a hundred-meter long Sword Light.
After it fell, it split a warehouse in half, making Gao Zhan and Meng Wudi click their tongues in secret amazement.
"As natives, crawling at our feet is your fate. If you dare to resist, death is your only outcome," Qiu Hongjian slashed thrice rapidly, "Whoosh whoosh whoosh," the three swords combined into one, gaining tremendous power, and she viciously brought it down, peerlessly fierce.
Su Hang quickly moved to the left, narrowly avoiding the attack, which hit the ground and carved a hundred-meter-deep trench.
