Tu Qiang, holding a blood-soaked blade, looked at the fallen brothers of Evil Spirit Island with eyes red with fury, his face set with the determination of a do-or-die battle.
He charged into the fray, but he was quickly intercepted by a blond youth and a burly young man.
"Tsk, tsk, just at the early stage of the Innate Realm and you dare to act wild in front of our Crusader squadron, you're simply asking for death," the blonde youth sneered.
"Jin Si, don't waste words with this guy, finish him off," said a burly middle-aged man as he swung his iron rod and charged at Tu Qiang. "Don't leave this guy in one piece, he's too disgusting," Jin Si said with a cold laugh.
"Tsk, tsk, the splatter of blood is such a beautiful sight, it's what I love the most," Xiong Zhan roared with laughter as he rushed towards Tu Qiang.
"Boom!" Accompanied by the howling wind, the iron rod in Xiong Zhan's hands smashed towards Tu Qiang.
