"It... it's me..."
"And me..."
"And me..."
The five guards of the Jiang family were forced to admit one by one.
Jiang Shuihan was already on his knees; how could they not acknowledge?
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
"Slash slash slash!"
"Ah ah ah!"
In the instant they admitted, suddenly a shadow flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, all five guards had their arms severed, blood gushing, their heart-wrenching screams inducing terror.
In a blink, Feng Wuchen returned to his original position, now holding an Immortal Sword.
The speed was terrifying, even those in the Saint King Realm couldn't see clearly.
At this moment, Qianhun and Ghost Slave felt incredibly satisfied.
"How dare you harm my Jiang family!" Jiang Shuihan shouted angrily, clenching his fists so hard his nails dug into his flesh, blood oozing out.
"So what?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly, his icy gaze fixed on Jiang Shuihan.
