"Five more semi-saint positions!"
At this moment, someone in the crowd whispered.
Everyone looked at those semi-saint positions rolling on the ground, covered in dust and discarded like worn-out shoes, their expressions similar to Cen Qiaofu's, all left dumbfounded.
"Am I under the illusion of Fantasy Sword Technique?"
"Five, plus the one in Senior Cen's hand, six semi-saint positions?"
"Did Lord Shou kill them all? How much time has passed?"
"Wait, didn't Lord Shou mention six higher voids earlier? Why are there six demi-saints?"
"No, he only mentioned 'six.'"
"You're wrong, he said, 'Rest assured, there are only six.'"
The Water Ghost's gaze towards Xu Xiaoshou froze at that moment.
A quarter of an hour…
Even the weakest demi-saint has at least some dignity.
The Water Ghost wasn't sure that he could take down any demi-saint within such a short amount of time.
Xu Xiaoshou did it, and all "six" at once!
What did this mean?