From start to finish, it took less than a minute.
Ten level-nine Martial Artists, all dead!
Watching the battle unfold, the Zhao Family Patriarch, Zhao Yongzhi, couldn't help but tremble from head to toe.
With every level-nine Martial Artist that died, he would convulse violently, as if a sword had been plunged into his own heart.
'Level-nine Martial Artists! The ones dying one after another are all level-nine Martial Artists!'
In over fifty years of building their strength, the Zhao Family had only managed to accumulate a total of thirteen level-nine Martial Artists.
Today, in less than half an hour, they had all been killed at Chu Qingyun's hands!
Zhao Yongzhi was in agony!
As for the others, they were all staring wide-eyed, their eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.
'Is he really killing level-nine Martial Artists?'
'It's like he's slaughtering chickens!'
