"Huaxia martial artists, truly all brave and unparalleled!"
Though his mouth praised, his eyes remained indifferent.
He lifted his head, his gaze fixed on the leopard already several hundred zhang away, a cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"Unfortunately, today no one will leave!"
The next moment, he abruptly disappeared from his spot, a dark shadow flitting out like a phantom, traversing through space at a speed several times faster than the leopard.
The leopard was in flight, suddenly sensing a shadow appear before her, her heart filled with fear.
She slightly raised her head, seeing Shangchuan Duan Shui standing directly above her, his eyes indifferent.
His hand, infused with spiritual power, capable of slicing bulletproof glass like tofu, was already descending on the leopard.
Long and Hu caught sight of this scene, their eyes bulging with rage, wanting to rescue, but were surrounded by over ten junior War Kings, unable to leave.
