However, these people were frightened by a young man and kept retreating.

"Get out of here if you don't want to die!" the young man shouted coldly, his voice was like thunder, and his momentum, coupled with the threat of killing seven grandmasters who had just been killed, frightened these people.

"Everyone fought with him!"

A soldier roared angrily, charging forward with a knife.

"kill!"

And dozens of cavalry roared, all charging toward the young man.

"It's hard to persuade those ghosts who are looking for death. Back then, the Desolate Palace was destroyed under your iron hoof, so why should I feel pity for you."

Xiang Chen sneered and shook his head, swung his heavy sword, and rushed directly towards dozens of cavalry.

The sword flashed and blood splattered!

How could these dozens of warriors who had not reached the Lingxiao realm be Xiang Chen's opponents? Blades of light intertwined and passed by, corpses fell from their horses one after another, and the streets were dyed red with blood.

Finally, when Xiang Chen arrived in front of Mo Shang, the entire escort convoy, except for the musicians who were paralyzed with fear, and the cavalry were all dead.

As for Mo Shang, his face was also pale and he looked at Xiang Chen who came to him in horror.

Xiang Chen now looked like a man in his twenties with a strange appearance and was wearing a face towel. Mo Shang didn't recognize him.
Chapter completed!