"Damn it!"
"Go to hell!"
Several elders moved their Qi-Blood like fierce tigers, rushing forward and jointly attacking Miao Xiyang.
"Get lost, you brats!"
Miao Xiyang roared angrily, his clothes bursting apart, revealing terrifyingly swollen muscles.
His muscles were like little hills, with veins resembling coiled dragons spreading all over his body, looking sinister and ugly.
His bronze skin quickly flushed, turning into a shiny crimson, emitting a faint glow in the night.
He drew the broad sword from his back, battling four or five elders of the Extreme Fist Sect alone, even dominating, forcing the elders to dodge left and right, unable to mount an effective counterattack.
'Bang!'
Miao Xiyang casually slashed a person-high stone lion, and the splintering stones shot toward the ordinary sect members, causing cries of pain.
"Where are the Great Elder and Sect Leader?" an elder asked angrily.
