Backhand (2)

"These bastards!"

Chen Fusheng tightened his grip on the flying sword in his hand, his eyes bloodshot.

Although he was a sword cultivator, he was only in the ninth level of the qi layer. If he was in the foundation establishment stage, he would definitely rush out to fight.

If he rushed out now, there was no other possibility other than courting death.

"Let's go, stop looking!"

Chen Xianhe waved his hand.

"But old patriarch, those cultivators…"

Hearing this, Chen Xianhe looked at the screaming cultivators outside the defensive array formation and closed his eyes in pain," In the end, they brought this upon themselves. My Chen Family had persuaded them to move out of the clan land and go to the Seaview Immortal City. Since they were unwilling, they should pay the price for this decision today."

That being said.