Everyone saw the Saint Heir being cut open by streak after streak of Sword Qi, a miserable sight beyond bearing, bloody gashes all over him, so deep the bone showed, shocking to the extreme.
It made people unable to look straight at him!
"So ruthless, so powerful, a dignified Saint Heir actually doesn't even have the strength to fight back!"
"This time, the Saint Heir is done for!"
The foreign Martial Artists sighed, faces a bit ugly, they hadn't expected Huaxia to still have such a monstrous genius.
A trace of fear rose in their hearts. After all, this guy acted overbearingly, without taboos, slaughtering more than a dozen foreign Martial Artists without a second thought.
If they themselves also suffered his vicious hand!
Everyone thought to themselves that once the battle ended, they'd leave Huaxia as fast as possible, absolutely not lingering.
From now on, they would never invade Huaxia again.
This mysterious Ancient country could not be casually offended.
