Sword Qi transformed into snakes, frenziedly tearing at the four purple-clothed Martial Artists.
Lin Xuan slashed two purple-clothed Martial Artists back with his sword, and with a flick of his hand, pulled Zhao Xue behind him.
"Boy, you dare to obstruct the Purple Extreme Demon Palace in our affairs? You clearly don't know the meaning of death!"
One of the Martial Artists roared furiously as his right fist suddenly crashed forward.
The force of the punch was fierce, like a fierce tiger pouncing, carrying a momentum that seemed to obliterate everything.
Lin Xuan thrust his longsword with extreme speed.
Before the brutal punch could land, Lin Xuan's longsword had already pierced the opponent.
The protective defense shattered, the armor was penetrated, and although the purple-clothed Martial Artist maintained the posture of throwing the punch, the Spiritual Power on his body rapidly dissipated.
Thump!