Sword Intent

"YOU!" When the green-clad young man saw Duan Ling Tian appearing in front of him, horror dawned on him immediately.

Before he could make a move, Duan Ling Tian had already attacked. A thunderous attack landed on his body easily. It was as easy breaking twigs.

Bang!

There was a loud explosion, and the green-clad young man turned into a blood mist that covered the entire sky. From the beginning until the end, he did not even have time to defend himself, let alone counter the attack.

A Ninth Level Martial Monarch who could mobilize the strength of four ancient black dragons and 3,000 ancient horned dragons without any Spirit Weapon had died just like that in Duan Ling Tian's hands.

If he was slightly more vigilant, he would not have ended up like that.

Duan Ling Tian currently could only mobilize the strength of five ancient black dragons and 1,000 ancient horned dragons even if he unleashed his full strength.