The walls of Lingxiao City, standing for centuries since its founding, now crumbled.
Today, the city walls collapsed.
Amid the rubble of the collapsed walls, a red spear was lodged, emanating an endless chill.
At the scene, martial artists from both Liang and other nations felt a deep chill throughout their bodies.
Initially, seeing Pei Qingming's long sword injure that elder of the Profound Nether Sect, they wondered whether the prowess of the innate martial artists was exaggerated.
Only after witnessing this scene did everyone realize that the strength of the innate martial artists was not exaggerated, but rather that Pei Qingming's capabilities were far beyond their imagination.
However, no matter how strong Pei Qingming was, he only wounded the elder from the Profound Nether Sect, and at present, four more innate martial artists of the same realm as that elder had arrived.
Despair!
Helplessness!
