Americans and the Association Are Nothing

Lu Xuan had practically torn down their psychological defense without them being able to do anything about it at all.

They were so frightened that they were about to wet their pants.

None of them dared to fight Lu Xuan any longer. They saw themselves not fighting a human, but a devil of an untold level of powers.

A flash of the sword dropped from above when all was said and done, killing that guy right there and then.

Lu Xuan stood where he was coldly afterward. His expression hardly changed. It was clear that not even the death of an opponent at Invincible Vajra Level proved enough to budge him.

Lu Xuan had seen too much of such scenarios back in his past life. He pulverized untold numbers of powerful enemies who thought themselves truly invincible and threw their weight around, without even breaking a sweat, so much so that any who fought him was completely shattered, psychologically speaking.

"Next."