Solitary Travel

"Ah!"

"How is this possible!"

The Marquis Cangyue experts were hysterical. They looked at Jian Wushuang in fury.

They were well aware that the strike had been powerful.

"This stroke!" The elder widened his eyes and murmured. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

With the exception of the fat middle-aged man, all his people were terrified.

Some had their bodies cleaved into halves; others had their magic weapons smashed; still others had been decapitated or had their organs pulverized.

Eight of his people collapsed while he and the fat middle-aged man were seriously injured.

It had only been one strike!

"He is in Stage Three!" The elder with sword-shaped eyebrows thought in a daze.

Jian Wushuang's attack was more powerful than that of an ordinary Stage Three expert.

Jian Wushuang's Realm had suppressed the strength of the elder and his comrades. This had resulted in eight of them perishing.