Swoosh... swoosh... swoosh...
The cold sword light continually flickered at the edge of the formation barrier in the sky.
With each flash of the sword light, a large number of Mountain Villa Martial Artists met their demise.
These ordinary Mountain Villa Martial Artists, even if they could harness some power from the Black Poison Formation, were no match for Xiao Yi at all.
In the distance, the Vice Manor Master and a group of elders were already furious, shocked and angry at the same time.
But facing them was Qing Lin, who left them helpless.
Qing Lin, with his own power, forcefully resisted the strong fighters of the manor, without showing any weakness.
Swoosh... swoosh... swoosh...
The continuous flashing of the sword light, the constant deaths of Mountain Villa disciples, made the group of strong fighters increasingly anxious.
"Worthless, truly a bunch of worthless people."
"All my Black Poison Villa disciples, could they not defeat a mere boy at Heavenly Extreme Peak?"
