"Just just now, six masters at the seventh level of the Yuanhun Realm were killed so easily. How strong is this kid!"

"A ordinary cultivators at the ninth level of the Yuanhun Realm do not have this kind of strength."

………

Chen Fei would not give them a chance to fear and hesitate. At this moment, his eyes were scarlet and his internal organs were surging.

The ten thousand-year-old ice-core dagger in his hand turned into a deadly sickle of the god of death, and passed by a pursuer, instantly taking their lives.

There was a team of more than 30 pursuers just now, but in just a few breaths, only eight were left.

"Do you still want to continue?" Chen Fei held the dagger in his hand and looked at the other party coldly.

The remaining eight people looked at each other and saw fear and desire to retreat from each other.

After all, the strength Chen Fei showed just now was too terrifying, completely beyond their expectations.

As they continued to fight, they didn't know if they would follow in the footsteps of other pursuers.

For a moment, the scene fell into a strange silence. Both sides stood in the air and watched quietly. At this moment, time seemed to have frozen.
Chapter completed!