The Immortal Light shot forth, Luo Tianjin squinted his eyes and snorted coldly, raising his hand in a simple punch.
The punch shook the air, the Immortal Light shattered, and inside fell a short sword, which immediately retreated and landed in the palm of Master Zhi Hui.
Clatter.
Immortal Soldiers surged simultaneously from both sides!
Experts from all sides held their breath, the battle here was about to ignite.
Master Zhi Hui's chest heaved continuously, angrily saying, "You brat are too much! Repeatedly setting traps to kill so many of my Dark Sect experts!"
"Oh?"
Luo Tianjin raised his voice:
"Jixuan, you've accomplished such great deeds, why don't you share them with us old bones?"
Wang Jixuan smiled, cupped his hands and said loudly:
