Heavenly Tribulation? Devour and Ascend!

Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward, his long sword spinning as sword lights fell like rain, cutting down all the surrounding Tatar soldiers and horses.

He picked up the dust whisk for cultivation, putting it down for killing.

With each step, dozens of people fell to his blade, blood flowing like rivers, a scene of bloody carnage.

"Zhang Sanfeng!"

Baturu roared, his aura surging several times over, surrounded by a golden glow. He raised his fist and leaped fiercely towards Zhang Sanfeng, slamming down.

Facing the ferocious Baturu, Zhang Sanfeng remained calm, his expression unwavering. He lifted his hand slightly, the sword edge turned, and a black-and-white sword light surged violently.

In the next moment, a sword light pierced through Baturu's chest.

Puff!

Baturu spat out blood, his face pale. He staggered back several steps.

"You... actually reached this point?"

"I thought I had overestimated you... I didn't expect I still underestimated..."