Sky Dragon Immortal Realm.
Po Lang looked at the five Foundation Establishment cultivators before him, a trace of disdain flashing through his eyes.
"You joined forces, and this is all the strength you have?"
Just moments ago, he had encountered several people from the Shinguang Sect, Suspended Mountain, and other sects, and they had immediately attacked.
Five Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators joining forces were enough to make even some Origin Core cultivators wary.
Yet Po Lang had used the Magnificent Sword to effortlessly drive all five of them back.
Blood trickled from the corner of Kang Fulu's mouth, his eyes filled with extreme wariness. "As expected of someone from the Light Palace!"
Lei Wen and Miao Li had also sustained serious injuries.
Suspended Mountain's Sword Cultivators had always been praised as peerless in offense, but compared to Po Lang's Magnificent Sword, they seemed exceptionally powerless.
"You white-haired brat, weren't you running your mouth in the main hall, telling me to remember you?" Po Lang held a flowing-light longsword, his body gleaming as though draped in sunlight. "Where is that junior brother of yours? What, where is he hiding?
"Did he only dare provoke me in the main hall, then dig himself a pit and bury himself like a quail the moment he entered the Sky Dragon Immortal Realm?"
Miao Li gritted her teeth, a chill in her eyes as she stared coldly at Po Lang.
A smile appeared at the corner of Po Lang's lips. "Looks like he really is afraid.
"Since he dares not come out, I'll kill you lot first!"
Kang Fulu swept his horsetail whisk. "I am the Shinguang Sect Master's son-in-law and the Five Lights Peak Master's final disciple. Do you really think you can kill me?"
The white hair atop his head was undergoing