Zhou Wanhu
"Bastard." The other four were both shocked and enraged when they saw Jiang Chen gravely wound Ming Feng.
If Jiang Chen's earlier attack had been aimed at any one of them, they probably would have ended up no better off than Ming Feng.
The other four charged straight at Jiang Chen, intending to save Ming Feng.
But Jiang Chen completely ignored their attacks. Huge shields rose around him—these were shields of true energy, blocking the others' attacks.
When the smoke and dust cleared, Ming Feng's head was already in Jiang Chen's hand.
Ming Feng had been gravely wounded by Jiang Chen. How could he possibly escape Jiang Chen's clutches?
An Wuji's expression changed drastically.
"All right. Next, it's your turn—the four of you." Jiang Chen looked at the four people surrounding him.
This time, Jiang Chen had set his sights on Yao Luo. Yao Luo had always wanted to kill him, so Jiang Chen would kill Yao Luo.
The Fourth Hall Master of Dark Nether had already died. Jiang Chen had avenged the grudge from four years ago. Next, he would slaughter every enemy inside the great formation.
Just as Jiang Chen was about to kill Yao Luo, an astonishing aura suddenly appeared and shot straight toward him.
Jiang Chen's expression changed. He raised the Demonic Soul Blade in his hand to block, directly stopping the other party's attack, but he himself was blasted more than a hundred meters backward.
Jiang Chen looked up. An old man stood where he had been moments ago.
The old man's aura belonged to the Martial God Realm, Tenth Level.
"A Martial God Realm, Tenth Level expert." Jiang Chen spoke in a deep voice.
"Supreme Elder." Yao Luo was overjoyed when he saw the old man make his move.
The others also