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Aruba.
Sun Bo Fu was killed, and Chiao Aruba was thrown into a state of great shock.
He turned his head to look at Sun Yige who fell into the pile of corpses, who had also turned into a cold corpse, then looked at Cheng Qing who was charging straight towards him, feeling that his brain, which he was so proud of, was not enough.
When did a Xumi Stage Eighth Stage martial artist manage to kill a prisoner at the first level?
Uncle Sun had just used the secret technique of the Sun family. There was not much difference between his combat strength and that of a Second Stage Prison Realm warrior. Didn't that mean that this strange youth in front of him was not weaker than a Second Stage Prison Realm warrior?
[What is the origin of such a heaven defying existence?]
Why was it that none of the intelligence regarding the Xiliang Clan Master had mentioned this person at all?
He thought Uncle Sun would be able to shock the crowd, but who would've thought that someone else would be the one. At this moment, Qi Rui's heart was filled with bitterness, but he couldn't say a single word.
He glanced around the battlefield, sighed sorrowfully, then turned around and left.
The master's strength was suppressed by the Nine-tailed Fox, and Uncle Sun was killed on the spot. The Sun Family campsite had already lost its strategic value, and was no longer able to play a central role. Arutha had to leave this place and meet up with the Uighurs for more companions.
Facing the red-eyed cultivators of the Western Paradise, he wasn't able to protect his own life even if he hesitated for a moment.
Putting everything else aside, when Uncle Sun activated the secret technique with all his might, Qi San did not have the confidence to defend against it. However, the youngster turned a blind eye to it, and broke the secret technique with his sword, seemingly unharmed.
Such monstrous strength made Qi Luan Auncha feel fear from the bottom of her heart.
If it was an ordinary day, the opponent was just an ant in the Xumi Stage. Even if he could defeat his opponent across borders, he wouldn't need to care. But now, under the domain of the Nine-tailed Fox, he was completely unable to exert his true strength, and he didn't have the courage to face the opponent at all.
"The majority of the plan has failed. Tonight, it will not be easy for us to take over Sun Moon City." As he thought of this, he began to resent Sun Bo Li and silently curse him for being a trash.
The members of the An Tian Sect and the Xi Liang Aristocrat Clan rushed out, relying on their advantage in numbers to disperse the cultivators of the Sun Clan. They divided them up, surrounded them, and then began a one-sided slaughter.
A few cultivators of the Sun family saw that the situation was not looking good and wanted to return to the Sun family's mansion to guard it. However, they were followed by the valiant Sky Cult into the mansion.
After the difference between their cultivation bases and their strength didn't have much difference, the cultivators of the Tranquil Sky Sect were no longer able to withstand them. They had once taken over West Three Urn City, and that bloody battle had reared their spirit and domineering aura a long time ago.
Some of the Sun family cultivators screamed out, "The Patriarch is dead?! The Patriarch is dead! "
A miserable scream was quickly turned into a series of wails. The morale of the cultivators of the Sun family plummeted and their formation legs became a mess. They had never been able to withstand the crazy attacks of the Tranquil Sky Sect, so the number of casualties was greatly increased.
Some cultivators of the Sun family knew that they could no longer survive through battle, so they threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy. They wanted to preserve their lives. However, what they saw instead was a cruel and malevolent smile on their opponents' faces. The swords and sabers in their hands didn't pause in the slightest, instantly chopping off their heads.
As soon as he turned around, he saw someone on the roof blocking his way.