In the hands of several elders, numerous sharp evil-dao daggers had appeared.
The daggers, thin as a cicada's wings, but able to cut through iron like mud.
"Hehe." A few elders slowly swung down the daggers.
In the distance, Qing Lin and other Heavenly Talents' pupils contracted, all gritting their teeth and turning their heads.
They did not wish to witness the painful downfall of this supreme monster.
This was the last thing they could do, leaving the supreme monster with a final shred of dignity.
But seconds later, the group of Heavenly Talents simultaneously furrowed their brows.
For the anticipated cries of agony, the painful roars, did not occur.
The horrifying sound of the daggers slicing flesh was also absent.
Everyone turned their heads, their eyes shocked.
In front of Xiao Yi, at some unknown point, a group of black-clothed martial artists appeared out of thin air.
The executioner elders dared not make the slightest move, each with a sharp sword at their throats.
