Yang Wanjun Falls

Yang Wanjun Falls

Shen Wuxiao lit a cigarette and pulled over a chair.

He had come quickly today, and he would leave fairly quickly too.

Watching Yang Huowei, whose battle in the distance had yet to end, Shen Wuxiao smiled.

It looked as though they had been fighting for a long time, but from beginning to end, it had only been around ten minutes.

Yang Huowei had been tormented into a miserable state by the Tiangang Twin Sons.

His hair was a mess, hanging loose around his face, and his entire body was drenched in blood.

Under Shen Tiankuang's heavy blow, he flew backward and slammed hard into the ground.

A huge crater was smashed into the ground, and Yang Huowei still tried to climb back up.

Yet the moment he reached the edge, it was as if all strength had drained from him.

The Tiangang Twin Sons leaped over, ready to finish him off.

At that moment, a vast aura blocked their path.

Looking closely, Yang Wanjun was wielding a giant axe, attempting to fend off the attacks of two Martial Venerables.

That was simply courting death.

Quite a few people were speechless.

The Tiangang Sect's two Martial Venerables were Twin Sons. How terrifying would they be when joined together?

What could a Martial King use to block them?

Even so, Yang Wanjun still showed no intention of stepping aside.

His axe danced as True Spirit surged throughout his body, forming an enormous barrier.

He gritted his teeth.

At the same time, he knew full well that after this strike, he would certainly die.

But the man behind him was his godfather.

Putting everything else aside, he had raised himself.

How could he possibly stand by and do nothing?

"Hold on!" Shen Wuxiao suddenly called out.

The Tiangang Twin