"Revenge?" Qin Dong looked cold, and drew a semicircular trajectory with his palm. A piece of golden and white chaotic power roared out like a fan.
More than a dozen experts from the Black Tiger Sect and more than a dozen monks at level three or above were unable to even get close to Qin Dong before they were instantly knocked away by the power of chaos mixed with gold and silver. Blood was spilled across the sky, and even a dozen good players didn't leave a single person alive.
Wan Li opened his mouth wide in shock and wanted to scream loudly, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make a single sound.
The masters of the seven sects gathered here were all frightened by Qin Dong's ghostly method. They were all stunned, and their legs were trembling like an electric shock. It is no exaggeration to say that they could not even keep standing. It became a difficult thing. [
The casual cultivators were also shocked. They looked at me one by one, and I looked at you, unable to believe what was happening in front of them.
"Master Qin, Master Feng..." Long Quan was no longer surprised at this time and looked at Qin Dong anxiously.
Qin Dong looked around and said in a cold voice, "Don't worry! If my eldest brother has any shortcomings, I will have all seven sects buried with him!"
"Where is your Excellency..."
Wan Li was about to ask Qin Dong about his identity, but before he could finish his words, Qin Dong suddenly slapped Wan Li in the air and knocked Wan Li to the ground. Wan Li vomited several mouthfuls of blood from his broken teeth and struggled for a long time before he stood up.
"Take me to see your leader!"
"Yes... yes!" Wan Li didn't dare to talk too much, he kept nodding and bowing, and responded hurriedly.
Qin Dong was about to move forward when he turned around and saw the disciples of the seven sects still blocking the way of the casual cultivators with no intention of getting out of the way. Qin Dong didn't even bother to say anything, and just slapped a palm. A dozen masters of the seven sects didn't even have a chance to react, and they were directly blasted into the sky and turned into a cloud of blood.
Only then did the rest of the people react, rolling and crawling to the side to make way for the San Xiu Sect.
When Wan Li saw this, he couldn't stop complaining in his heart. Qin Dong's cultivation level is not only frighteningly high, the key is that his heart is not ordinary cruel. Half of the dozen or so masters who had just been killed with one palm belonged to Qixing Diao. This time, the Seven Stars Sect made a huge loss.
At the same time, at the execution site, Wen Xingfan, Mu Bai, and Ao Xiu were anxiously waiting for the news.
"What a waste! So many people have died, and there is no news yet!" Ao Xiu was the most impatient, and he couldn't help but scolded the case.
Mu Bai comforted him and said, "Brother Ao, don't worry! With the masters of the seven sects gathered together, can't they still deal with a group of mere casual cultivators?"
"I hope so!" Ao Xiu suppressed the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart and frowned.
At this time, Feng Lang, who was tied up on the high platform, was also filled with anxiety and worry. The casual cultivators encounter the masters of the seven sects. Once the two sides fight, there is no doubt that the casual cultivators will suffer. From time to time, the roars and faint screams of the two sides fighting could be heard in the ears, which made Feng Lang's heart clenched tightly.
"Wen, what do you plan to do to those casual cultivators?" Feng Lang asked sternly.
Wen Xingfan snorted coldly and asked, "What do you think?"