บท 582: Chapter 582 Four Directions Stronghold

Pfft!

A huge head flew up into the sky, blood spraying from the severed neck before the head rolled over a dozen steps upon hitting the ground.

The head lay facing the sky, eyes wide open with a look of shock still evident within.

A dignified Purple Mansion Cultivator had just been beheaded with a single sword strike!

Yin Sulan's swordsmanship had nearly reached a divine level of mastery, and this Purple Mansion opponent's cultivation level was comparable to Wang Chen's—in addition, he was protected by Heavy Light Shield Armor. Yet, he lost his head in their first encounter.

While Wang Chen inwardly marveled at this, he felt not the slightest shock at the ruthlessness of his fellow Sect Sister.

For as the body hit the ground, a tide of Monster Beasts swarmed towards them, roaring as they charged.

Clearly, these Monster Beasts had been drawn here by that Cultivator, their intent obvious without words!