Battle of Strength

Battle of Strength

Yang Wanjun could endure no longer. He flung Yang Huowei aside when he grabbed him.

He revealed a massive axe, fury written all over his face as he charged forward at high speed.

He moved so fast that afterimages trailed behind him.

"Brother Wang, I'm here to help!" he roared.

He leaped into the battlefield, his huge axe wreathed in terrifying currents of air. He struck from midair, smashing downwards.

With one axe strike, he carved through the battlefield and forced back four Martial Kings.

He raised his axe and swung it with howling force.

Wave upon wave of air currents stacked together, creating a terrifying display.

Old Nun Huaiyin gritted her teeth and swept her gaze around. "Any at the same realm willing to step forward and help?"

No one answered.

That was a life-and-death battle where they were gambling with their lives.

It was not some ordinary sparring match.

When it had nothing to do with them, it was only normal to hang it high and stay out of it.

Instead, Ye Lin stood up over there.

Her cultivation was only at the Martial Marquis realm, yet she could not bear to watch outsiders bully them so outrageously.

If everyone feared for themselves and protected their own feathers, then what martial spirit was there left to speak of?

Seeing that she wanted to make a move, Shen Wuxiao raised a hand and caught her soft little hand.

Ye Lin's heart skipped a beat. "You... what are you doing?"

"If you go up there, you'll just be throwing your life away. Sit down. I'll go!"

Shen Wuxiao was truly preparing to make a move.

Killing beasts and killing the Protagonist did not conflict.

Long Boqi's side was nearly ready as well.

Once the Shen Family's official