"You little punk, let go of our Young Lord."
"You little bastard, if you dare lay a finger on our Young Lord's body, I'll send you straight to Hell."
Seeing Yang Tianjiao seized by the enemy commander and held in his arms, all the Sun God Soldiers were furious, eyes bloodshot as they roared and charged at Wang Xiaoqiang without caring for their own lives.
Wang Xiaoqiang curled his lip in a cold sneer and barked an order, "Kill them for me. Blast them to pieces!"
At his command, the six hundred Sun Gods driven by the Myriad Circle Spirit Formation attacked in unison. Six hundred beams of Divine Light shot out in a dense barrage, blasting toward the Sun God Soldiers who were pouncing at Wang Xiaoqiang.
