Sss...
The sound of gasping resounded.
Everyone stared at Marshall Morgan in shock.
This is too powerful, the gap is too big. The Golden Level disciples of the Zenith Sword Sect had no power to resist, easily subdued.
Earlier, those who thought Marshall Morgan was doomed felt their cheeks burning with shame.
Marshall Morgan wasn't scared silly, nor was he seeking death. He had confidence, he had strength.
"Die!"
The long spear in Marshall Morgan's hand, condensed from True Qi, transformed into a flash of lightning, shooting out like an arrow.
Thud!
The spear pierced directly through the young Zenith Sword Sect disciple's chest, killing him instantly.
"Run!"
The remaining youth was so frightened he lost his soul, frantically fleeing to the distance.
"Who told you that you could leave? Go accompany your companion!"
A cold voice emanated from Marshall Morgan's mouth, then another long spear appeared in his hand, piercing through the void, heading towards the opponent.
