The Tyrant Body

The place was the heart of the warship, and the four of them knew the seriousness of this matter. As experts of Martial Kings realm and above were all sent to guard the various important passages, no one expected an enemy to slip in. Fortunately, it was only a one-star Martial Lord.

Clang!

With a faint smile on his face, Yunxiao lifted a hand unhurriedly and knocked the sword with a flick of his index finger. The sword produced a crisp sound as it bounced back.

After that, he took two steps to easily dodge the spear and smashed its shaft with a punch. The Martial Lord was shocked as he almost lost his grip. Meanwhile, Yunxiao threw out another punch, knocking it out of the Martial Lord's hand. Then, he grabbed it and swung it toward the chain.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!