With ferocious eyes like a tiger, he shot out like a raging arrow towards the black robed men as he bellowed: "Want to kill me? Not so easy!"
Immediately, he waved the broadsword in his hand and with a strong momentum, he swept out at the surrounding black robed men who were resonating strong murderous intent. As the blade swept through, it roared out explosively as the air currents became sharp blades and screams of anguish filled the surroundings. The entire formation had fallen apart as some of the black robed men rolled about the ground in pain.
Despite being injured by Martial Cultivators at the peak stage, he could still stand?
The leader of the black robed men saw the scene before him and a cold glint flashed by his eyes. Thinking back on what he saw, he recalled him drinking something from a bottle. Was that a potion?
