Tender golden bamboo shot upwards, and the sword intent within the array suddenly tightened!
"Buzz—"
Twelve flying swords moved like fish, heading straight for Ouyang Po!
"How dare you!"
Amidst his roar, Ouyang Po summoned a silver round shield. Immediately, the twelve Silver Moon Flying Swords struck the shield repeatedly, sparking a series of dazzling sparks.
The entire array was filled with a murderous aura, and strands of Jianjia green light shuttled back and forth—any hair that floated into it was quickly sliced into pieces!
In a moment, more than a dozen refined corpses were completely shattered.
Ning Daoran had purposely left the refined corpse transformed by Wen Zichen to preserve his full body.
"All of you, attack!"
Outside the array, Ning Daoran's gaze was icy cold.
At once, two Class A paperfolk and a group of B Class paperfolk rushed from all directions toward the Heavenly Slaughter Sect Ancestor.
"Hmph!"
