"Ah ah ah..."
"Don't kill me! I was wrong! As long as you're willing to spare my life, I can submit to you!"
"Holy Son, spare me..."
Feeling the threat of death, the remaining group of independent martial practitioners were so frightened that they shouted in terror.
"Hmph! All of you, go die!" Ye Xiu Saint Son said coldly.
The black and white Yin Yang Fish suddenly wrapped around and directly slaughtered them.
Crack crack crack...
The remaining independent martial practitioners were directly turned into a rain of blood, countless limbs and broken bodies scattered continuously on the ground.
Jump jump jump!!!
Having done all this, Ye Xiu Saint Son staggered and nearly fell to the ground.
Fortunately, as he was falling, he tapped the ground with the long spear in his hand, stabilizing his body.
With a slap to his waist, he took out several healing pills and swallowed them, then looked towards Zhang Xiaohao.
