One Sword of Mine

Dark clouds pressed down, and a river of swords filled the world.

The arena was filled with an austere atmosphere.

"Arrogant!"

Gou Wuyue had yet to move, a white-clothed person already lost control over his anger.

There was no doubt that among the people present, there were Sovereign Stages and Cutting Path Stages.

Perhaps the swordsman regarded the Eighth Sword Deity as a spiritual god, but there was more than just swordsman in this world.

"You hunchback, how dare you to say you can kill us?"

Accompanied by an angry rebuke, a white-clothed man who had his head about to explode from the chanting of the Buddhist spell in his heart pounced forward and arrived in a dignified manner.

"Wang Rang!"

"No --"

Exclamations sounded at the right time.

However, no one could stop Wang Rang's actions since he had no time to take care of himself.

"Boundless Life Repel!"

Wang Rang waved his hand.