"Damn it!"
Elder Xing cursed angrily, wielding a blood-colored scimitar, fiercely slashing apart the annoying sand whip.
At this moment, he desperately missed the magical treasure, the Tianfeng Jade Pendant.
If the magical treasure were still around, he would have long since unleashed waves of chaotic airflow, overturning everything around him.
Nor would he be hit on the head by collapsing rocks, or have his mouth and nose filled with the churning Flowing Sand River!
And these sand whips wouldn't even get close to him!
Unfortunately, on the night Sword Ridge Peak was annihilated, to escape from Peak Master, he didn't hesitate to use his magic artifact, and the jade pendant was shattered by Peak Master...
It's truly the plight of a tiger fallen to the plains, bullied by dogs!
Elder Xing thought resentfully, not caring to discern who the "dog" bullying him was, and prepared to fly away from this place.
