Those First-Class Divine Demon disciples stopped their attacks.
Although they wanted to stop, Jian Wushuang did not.
Boom!
Jian Wushuang's energy surged into the sky as he charged directly toward a few First-Class Divine Demons and swung his Blood Mountain Sword.
They were startled and resisted with all their might but were immediately blasted backward.
"Jian Wushuang, we have stopped. What more do you want?" yelled one of the First-Class Divine Demons.
Jian Wushuang chuckled. "What more do I want? You fight whenever you want and stop as you wish. There is no such thing!"
Don't all of you want to kill me? If so, let me have an old hearty fight. You either kill me or die under my sword one by one."
Jian Wushuang stuck out his tongue and licked his lips while wearing a crazed expression on his face.
"Madman."
The First-Class Divine Demons could not help but curse at him in their minds with their rage-filled hearts.
