Three Strikes to Kill You

Gu Lan's words were not fully spoken, but the killing intent in his eyes had already told them the answer.

The sharp sound of a sword ringing echoed, and a layer of blood-red light enveloped the Hongmeng Sword.

He had lost his patience and no longer wanted to waste any more words with them.

The blood-red light flickered, and the surrounding area was swept by the blood energy.

However, the powerful members of the Xuanyuan Clan were unconcerned, sneering with disdain in their eyes.

Although the blood light was terrifying, the burly man still held his battle axe and stepped forward, taking two strides.

With a stomp of his foot, the sky trembled, and the blood light near him was shattered in an instant.

He did not rush into action but instead bowed respectfully toward Gu Lan.

"Fifth Elder of the Xuanyuan Clan, Xue Kuang!"

Gu Lan did not say much in response to his words, simply raising his sword and slashing.

"Enough with the nonsense!"