The earth was covered in a layer of silver energy, making it look like a mirror.
Parked in the central area was a mottled, ancient bronze chariot!
Beneath a huge canopy, Wang Ming watched everything happening ahead with a calm expression.
Under the spells cast by Wang Ming using world power, rogue cultivators and ordinary disciples of various sects were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter, and the flowers of life across the entire plain continuously withered.
Zhao Yun and Tang Fei were close in strength and realm, both at the Mortal Realm Fifth Layer. The sect inheritances of the extraterrestrial world were not simple; if Wang Ming had not arrived, relying solely on the martial arts inheritance Wang Ming had once passed to Zhao Yun, she truly would not have been a match for Tang Fei.
Fortunately, although Zhao Yun's cultivation at this moment was still rooted in martial arts, after Wang Ming sorted out her martial arts techniques, it formed a complete cycle.
Therefore, even though Tang Fei at this moment was a favored daughter of heaven from an extraterrestrial civilization, she still could not gain any advantage against Zhao Yun.
Seeing that Zhao Yun was in no danger, Wang Ming also set his mind at ease and cast his gaze toward the distant earth, where a figure emanated eerie energy.
All around the figure lay mutilated flesh and blood.
"Aren't you surprised?" the figure radiating an eerie aura asked, staring at Wang Ming.
Hearing this, a trace of disdain flashed across Wang Ming's eyes.
Xuan Xiao!
The prince of the Great Yan Dynasty, a Qi Luck Dynasty, was dead!
He died inside the war fortress he had built himself, dying with immense grievance and utter confusion.
Xuan Xiao was not killed by Wang Ming, though it