Martial Monarch Linglong's Massacre

That small body carried a huge hammer and stood at the entrance. No one actually dared to go forward alone.

When Gu Jianxuan saw this scene, his expression immediately became extremely ugly. He walked to the side of the disciple and checked. "Damn it, all the bones in his body are broken. This force must have reached at least a million pounds."

It was already a strength that exceeded ordinary people's imagination. Gu Jianxuan looked coldly at Ye Qiu. Ye Qiu smiled and didn't say anything.

"Hmph, good move." Gu Jianxuan sneered and ordered someone to bring that disciple away for treatment.

"Thank you…" Ye Qiu smiled faintly. Supreme Hall had suffered in silence this time. They were the ones who attacked first, but the ones who were injured were his own people.

"Hmph…" Gu Jianxuan flicked his sleeves and turned around to look at the disciples beside him.

They immediately understood and walked up at the same time.