章 5192: Swear

"It's time for settlement," Jian Wushuang said calmly.

With a swift movement, he appeared above the three figures, looking down at the three peak-level experts huddled together.

Smack!

The Prince of the Daluo Realm slapped Emperor God-Emperor Mo Long's forehead, crushing the skull inward.

"Tsk tsk, Junior Brother, just one more blow..."

Spurt!

Mo Long spat blood on his opponent's face, then raised his fist and smashed it into the chest of the Daluo Realm Prince, causing a deep depression.

They had exhausted all their origin source power, unable to even recover their physical strength. Visible wounds marred the bodies of the three peak-level experts.

"Idiot!" Mo Long repeated these words without saying anything else.