Six of them joined forces, each wielding a second-tier Immortal Treasure, and yet four were pierced right at the start?
Everyone was stunned, dumb as statues!
"Damn it."
"Get the hell out!"
Wang Li's eyes nearly popped, but they were filled with madness. He unleashed his power desperately, swinging his sword horizontally.
He was the most unwilling to let Xu Yang claim a spot as a seeded disciple.
There were two spots; he knew he couldn't beat Duan Tianyang.
If things went smoothly, the second spot would be his with at least eighty percent certainty!
As long as Xu Yang was eliminated in the first round!
Yet now, having witnessed Xu Yang's shocking eruption of combat strength, he still clung to scraps of hope.
He activated a Secret Technique to burst forth.
A mere first-class Immortal Soldier—how could he possibly be this strong?
Swoosh!
Xu Yang suddenly turned, dazzling sword light shooting toward him like a flying rainbow.
He swung his blade sideways like lightning.
