บท 927: Release Her

Jun Mengchen was completely enraged. He enveloped himself in king’s armor, invoking his Clear Skies Worldly Diagram. His strikes were deadly, each imbued with the aura of a king. However, when facing up against a group attack by three eighth-level ascendants, he still fell short of the mark. They were all disciples or descendants of immortal kings or emperors. Their innate techniques and cultivation arts were all of the supreme tier—it was already a difficult feat to jump levels to win against others, let alone facing off against three opponents at the same time. Jun Mengchen fought valiantly, but he had no way to break through the encirclement. Not only that, the ninth-level ascendant who’d fought with Zi Qingxuan earlier was now waiting by the side, as though preparing to land in a sneak attack at any moment.