To be able to defeat a Buddhist expert with just one move was genuinely terrifying.
"We must join forces. This person's strength is not something we can deal with alone!" Another half-step saint cultivator from Wudang Sect said.
The strength that He Chuan displayed caused them to be extremely shocked.
At the same time, they understood the gap between them.
If the four of them worked together, there was a chance of victory.
A considerable amount of true energy swept toward He Chuan, who was holding an iron sword. The four of them stood side by side, and their aura reached its peak.
However, He Chuan was calm and had a smile on his face.
He stood still, facing the combined attack of the four of them.
No matter how strong he was, just his calm demeanor was enough to make everyone present admire him.
A strong wind was gradually blowing in the field, and the sandstorm made it hard for people to open their eyes.