On Wudang Mountain, the air was thick with blood.
One powerful being after another was struck by the Tianyan Ancient Sword in Lin Chen's hand, flesh flying in all directions.
At this moment, Lin Chen was like a blood-soaked warrior; every swing of his treasured sword left a martial artist collapsed in a pool of blood.
The ground was littered with bodies, resembling a sea of blood.
Zhang Yu watched in shock as Lin Chen single-handedly forced hundreds of martial artists into retreat.
This guy has reached such a level of strength, fending off the attacks of hundreds alone, and each opponent is an incredibly formidable expert.
This scene is so shocking, just how strong is Lin Chen, facing the siege of hundreds without showing any signs of weakness.
The Blood Wolf tasted the sweetness of ambush, and with a flash of his body, appeared behind Lin Chen once more.
He grasped a blood-red dagger, a cold, sinister smile on his face.
