Boom! Boom! Boom!
Jian Wushuang treated the Blood Mountain Sword in his hand like a stick and struck the black mystical ape again and again.
His terrifying power erupted completely and the black mystical ape obviously was unable to resist. It kept retreating and stumbling backward. The divine power breath in the mystical ape was also fading crazily.
"Alliance Master, we surrender. We surrender!"
"Alliance Master, please be merciful."
The voices of the three Zhao Brothers resounded from inside the mystical ape.
Jian Wushuang disregarded their pleas and carried on with the attack. He suppressed the black mystical ape until it completely collapsed and disintegrated before finally stopping.
"Now, do you think I'm qualified to be the Sword Alliance Master?" Jian Wushuang smiled and looked at the three Zhao Brothers.
However, his smile made the three Zhao Brothers shudder with eyes full of horror when they looked at Jian Wushuang.