Massacre Began

"One stroke. He caused me severe injury with just one stroke?"

"How could he be that powerful?"

Real God Huo Yuan was still dumbfounded.

One should know that he was a Real God. Although he was the weakest kind of Real God and his divine power was restrained, he was at the peak of the third level in Sky Sword Prison.

Under the circumstances of them fighting head-on, the Sword Principle that Jian Wushuang had performed broke his stick and heavily injured him simultaneously?

What kind of power was that?

Even out of the Real Gods who were at the peak of the second level, there was barely anyone who had such power.

"Run, hurry up and run!"

Real God Huo Yuan was in panic mode. He had entirely lost his courage to fight against Jian Wushuang.

After all, his defensive power was ordinary. Jian Wushuang had caused him severe injury with one stroke. If he were to perform another few strokes, he would definitely be dead.