"Humph, idiot!" Qin Feng sneered. He easily shook them off again and then started killing the souls in another place. This time, his cohesion was not even half, but his power had doubled. Swords flew in all directions. As long as you were killed by the blade, you could not resist the resentment of the Seven Layer Sacred Land.
The great slaughter, this is the grand slaughter of red magnificence!
"Stop, stop! Stop it!" Suddenly, Huangfu's hand fell. Although his face was fierce, he had already given up attacking.
Under Huangfu's command, the first to stop was the resentment from the battalion.
"Why, won't you kill me?" Qin Feng also did not want to kill people. He stopped sneering.
"If you win, kill my grandson, I won't pursue it." Huangfu said weakly.
He had no choice.
