As Gu Lingtong's voice fell, Wu Tianxiong made his move instantly.
He was like a hungry tiger, overwhelming with a fierce and murderous aura, as if he wanted to devour the whole world.
Then, he suddenly reached out and grabbed a large saber.
This saber gleamed with a cold light, its blade terrifyingly sharp, reflecting dazzling rays of light under the sunlight, making people shiver involuntarily.
With both hands gripping the saber tightly, he lifted it high and swung it directly at Xu Wendong's forehead, carrying an imposing force as if he was going to split Xu Wendong in half.
"This strike will claim your life!" Wu Tianxiong roared, his voice full of anger and killing intent.
The saber in his hand turned out to be a third-grade treasure, not to be underestimated in power.
Seeing this, Xu Wendong's eyes instantly became sharp, like cold stars flickering in the night sky.
His body moved like a black lightning bolt, swiftly turning aside to cleverly evade Wu Tianxiong's strike.
