With such a disparity in strength, what should we use to fight against?

I saw that all the disciples around me wanted to quit.

"No retreat!"

At this time, a deacon who was in the sixth level of the golden body stood up.

"Have you all forgotten the deep hatred between this demon and our Chiyang Peak? This person has involved dozens of lives in our Chiyang Peak! If we let him go down the mountain today, from now on, we, the Chiyang Peak, will never again

I can’t even lift my head!”

"This kid is just in the air control realm! As long as we all go up together, we will definitely be able to..."

However, before this person finished speaking, Feng Wuchen's figure flashed.

The next moment, the Burning Yang Sword appeared on his neck.

Sensing the coldness, his voice stopped abruptly.

"Keep talking!"

Shrouded in awe-inspiring murderous intent, a chill rushed straight to the deacon Tianling.

Feeling that death was right in front of him, he held on to his trembling body.

He knew that even if he begged for mercy, the person in front of him would not let him go.

Then he mustered up his last courage and shouted hysterically:

"I'm not afraid of you! Even if you kill one of me, there will still be thousands of me in Chiyang Peak! You will always..."

"Whoa!"

When the deacon said this, the sword glow on the Burning Sun Sword became brighter.

The next moment, his head rolled off his neck.

"It's all nonsense..."

After killing this golden body realm sixth heaven with one sword.

Feng Wuchen pointed the Burning Sun Sword at the remaining disciples.
Chapter completed!