"Not good!"
Someone shouted in horror, their voice filled with fear and desperation.
But in the next moment, Xu Wendong had already appeared in front of him like a ghost.
The axe in Xu Wendong's hand was raised high, carrying the sound of whistling wind, it slashed down hard from above, instantly cutting that disciple in half.
In the face of absolute strength, this group of people foolishly desired to take Xu Wendong's Mountain Splitting River Breaking Axe, it was simply a delusion.
Their attacks were nothing more than child's play in Xu Wendong's eyes, completely unable to pose any threat to him.
"You bunch of trash, go at him together! Don't give him a chance!" Liu Hao jumped up in frustration, shouting loudly.
His face was flushed red with anger and anxiety, veins bulging on his forehead.
Yet beside him, Brother Jiang in the blue robe remained calm, quietly standing aside, as if everything happening in front of him was unrelated.
