Chương 1144: Tianello

Ji Ning and Ninedust flew quickly towards the mist to the battlefield. Meanwhile, the battle between the World-level cultivators was reaching a fever pitch.

Slash! Saber-light chopped through a World God's body, slicing him in half. A heartbeat later, his body was ground into dust. The white-robed machete-wielding man then charged towards another World-level cultivator, a hate-filled look on his face. He was clearly the most powerful person on the battlefield. He was extremely fast and his saber-arts were exceptionally brutal.

"Maji!" The other World-level cultivator was clearly in dire straits.

"Maji, stop this!"

"Maji, you despicable lowlife. How dare you assault us members of the Tianello clan!" the other World-level cultivators bellowed furiously.