Petite Delicate

"Guild Master, let's hurry up and leave."

The King's Guild player had just opened his mouth when he was sent flying by the fan in North Star's hand. The King's Guild originally had the advantage in numbers. The explosion just now had directly taken away half of the players. Now, the few remaining players could not do much.

"North Star, go deal with those b*stards. Leave the guild master of King's Guild to me!"

As soon as Han Xing gave the order, North Star started attacking the other players. Han Xing didn't hold back. He wielded his Lightning Sword and threw out hundreds of lightning balls.

This magnificent scene made the players present widen their eyes. Originally, these lightning balls were prepared by Han Xing to deal with the players from the three major guilds, but now they were all directed at Sun Heng.