Battle Against the Cultivators

"How dare you!"

Wang Yan hollered, wanting to stop things but it was too late.

Tian Heng died too quickly without even lasting a single round!

When he witnessed Tian Heng's death, Wang Yan was enraged; his eyes seemed like they were burning with fire.

"Kill him!"

Qian Xinyu waved his hand indifferently.

Many Golden Cores behind the two paragons swarmed forward with furious killing intents, attacking in succession.

The cultivators that accompanied Wang Yan and Qian Xinyu to the Great Qian Ruins were not weaklings in their sects and there were extremely few early-stage Golden Cores.

Most of them were at mid or late-stage.

Instantly, sword qi streaked through the air and resplendent light filled the skies.

Many flying swords and spirit weapons howled like the wind.

Countless spirit arts released terrifying energy shockwaves, causing the spirit qi in the void to fluctuate in chaos!

The attacks were everywhere!