Wang Teng, Move Aside!
Editor: Henyee Translations
The martial warriors from the three troops charged toward the evil clansmen. They were powerful and experienced soldiers who had survived many battles. In terms of combat experience, the evil clansmen couldn't be compared with them.
Poof, poof, poof…
Within a few seconds, the majority of the evil clansmen present were killed. The sound of weapons hitting the flesh could be heard everywhere. Fresh blood splattered everywhere.
Of course, the cries of agonies couldn't be missed either.
Yet, no one sympathized with them. Their hands were all stained with blood, and their deaths were not to be regretted. Killing them on the spot was a mercy to them.
In the sky, Wang Teng, Zhou Xuanwu, and Xiao Nanfeng were fighting with the pope of the Zhenli Clan. A dangerous faint aura surrounded them.
The martial warriors and evil clansmen around them didn't dare to get too close. They kept their distance.