Within these more than ten people, the eight generals of the Ling Palace can be compared with the low-level martial gods, and the other three are in the same realm, but if they are compared with Zhong Zhao, they are much worse.

"Peng~"

Black Electric was the first to be hit, blocking the first blow with his body, and spurting blood backwards.

Then there was Huang Lang. The earth-attributed internal energy had become superb and turned into internal energy armor. Like black lightning, it barely blocked Zhong Zhao's palm, removing some force for Ou Chuyang again, and he flew out even more seriously injured.

The third figure was Dongfang Xue. This girl who had always been repentant, came to Zhong Zhao with the treasure bag in her hand. However, before he could take action, Zhong Zhao's third palm slapped Dongfang Xue's shoulder.

"Take him away quickly." Dongfang Xue shouted, and then the blood in her mouth dyed her white clothes red.

"Want to leave?" Zhong Zhao had a ferocious face, his murderous intent was strong, and he slapped him with another palm.

Seeing this, Ling Da, the boss of the eight generals of the Ling Palace, could not hide at all. In a hurry, he shouted: "Eight Desolate Dragon Power Art."

The eight brothers' hearts were blessed, and their palms flew away. After the spirit general Ou Chuyang pushed his palm to Wu Zhen and others who later caught up, the eight people immediately formed the Eight Desolate Dragon Power Skill.

However, the strength of the high-level martial god is too strong. In addition, the eight brothers had just fought against the seven martial saints, and their strength was a bit unsatisfactory. Therefore, after Zhong Zhao slapped his palm hard, the eight brothers immediately squirted blood and flew out.
Chapter completed!