"Not good!"
"Be careful, Prince!"
The three Mahayana Period powerhouses also sensed the dangerous aura.
Unfortunately, the King of Nanhuang was less than ten meters away from Xu Wendong.
For a cultivator, this distance is practically within reach.
Even if they wanted to intervene.
There was not enough time.
Seeing the golden longsword so close at hand, the King of Nanhuang felt overwhelming waves in his heart. He never imagined that Xu Wendong would actually condense the Sword of Merit.
Moreover, this sword exuded a terrifying aura.
This aura made even his scalp tingle.
"Die for me!"
With a roar from Xu Wendong, his Sword of Merit instantly pierced through the King of Nanhuang's forehead.
At the same time.
The Great Seal of the King of Nanhuang also crashed down from the sky, striking Xu Wendong's left shoulder.
This power was exceptionally immense, beyond what Xu Wendong could bear.
Crack!
