Invincible Divine Dragon

64 - Dragonians

"Haha, great!"

When the old man under siege saw that Wang Xian had slayed two members of the Green Lotus Ancient Sect, his eyes lit up and he got excited. He looked to the middle-aged leader and started laughing, "Shame on the Green Lotus Ancient Sect to claim to be an orthodox Sect but ambush an ordinary person in order to silence him. Yet, you would have never expected him to be so strong. Haha!"

"Brother, thank you for lending me a helping hand. If you can help me eliminate this group of sanctimonious people, I will give you what they are trying to snatch away from me."

The expressions on the six middle-aged men's faces, who were cornering the old man, changed drastically. They had never expected themselves to encounter this situation. They had been used to being arrogant and thinking nothing of killing an ordinary man.

However, they had never expected Wang Xian to be so terrifying.

The middle-aged leader held the knife firmly in his hand and stared at Wang Xian with bloodthirst.

"This is between the Green Lotus Ancient Sect and Ancient Fiend Clan. I hope that this brother wouldn't interfere and we would reward you handsomely after everything!"

"Kill!"

Wang Xian wasn't shaken at all by the words of the middle-aged leader. He had zero affection for the six people in front of him and charged directly towards the one who was closest to him.

"Kill! Even if I, Mo Qinglong, was to lose my life, I want all of you to die with me!" When Mo Qinglong saw Wang Xian make his move, his eyes lit up. The black aura around him started surging violently. Disregarding his injuries, he charged and attacked towards the surrounding six people.

"Shit!"

When the middle-aged leader saw them attacking, his face turned gloomy. "You guys try to pin down Mo Qinglong while I go and take care of that brat."

"Yes, Sect Leader!" The other five people gripped their swords tightly and set up a Sword Formation towards Mo Qinglong.

"Do you think the five of you are enough to trap me? Even when I'm severely injured, you guys still aren't a match for me!" The dark hair of Mo Qinglong was flying freely and the dark aura around his body was surging towards the surroundings.

At the other end, Wang Xian revealed a heavy look upon seeing the middle-aged man attacking towards him.

He realized that the speed of the middle-aged man was slightly quicker than him.

Martial Artist Level Eight! I wonder if my body could withstand an attack from a Level Eight Martial Artist?

Wang Xian had a gloomy look. With his current strength, he could go against and kill Level Seven Martial Artists. As for Level Eight Martial Artists, he wasn't certain. Nonetheless, he wasn't fearful.

"Die, you damn brat!" The middle-aged man moved the sword in his hand and a cold glow pierced toward Wang Xian.

So fast!

Wang Xian was a little shocked when he saw the sword of the middle-aged man. Adjusting his body posture, he dodged to the side.

"Can you dodge this?" The middle-aged man looked at Wang Xian with disdain and swung his arm across.

Sss!

The sword cut along Wang Xian's arm and left a three inches long wound on it.

However, the wound wasn't deep, but looked severe.

Indeed! A Level Eight Martial Artist could injure me!

Seeing the wound on his arm regenerating gradually, Wang Xian looked towards the middle-aged leader with alertness.