Chương 947: Chapter 235-the river of fate

It was wrong!

To be precise, it was a kick.

His right leg was in a straight line with his body, forming a split. Under the third Prince's terrified gaze, his right leg howled and violently smashed into his shoulder with a huge gust of wind.

"No..."

The third Prince was terrified. He only managed to say one word, and the rest of his words were swallowed by the pain.

His right shoulder was burning with pain, and it pierced into the depths of his soul.

He was in so much pain that he cried out. His shrill cry was very striking in the night sky, and could be heard even in the mansion.

The third Prince didn't dare to use his cultivation to resist. Even if he used his spirit energy, it would be futile in front of the 12th sword.

Under the suppression of a huge force.

His knees gave way, and he knelt on the ground uncontrollably.

Bang! Bang!

The ground trembled, and dust flew up. A cloud of dust shot up, and the bluestone shattered.