Level Six, Pass!

"What?"

The red-haired old man was surprised. Then, there were Ancient God shadows that appeared from nowhere behind him.

"I have no time to mess around with you. Die!"

Jian Wushuang's eyes dilated in shock. Then, his hands gripped Blood Mountain Sword tightly.

Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!

There were crimson sword shadows that appeared again and merged together flawlessly again.

Hong!

The sword shadow slashed down.

It was still the same move, Myriad Waves. However, with the support of Power of Star, the power of that move increased tremendously by a hundredfold.

"This…"

The red-haired old man's eight eyes stared and he could feel the terrifying power contained in the stroke.

He could also tell that the stroke was beyond his endurance.

The red-haired old man smiled bitterly, then he gave up struggling.

Hong!