"Roar!"
A roaring sound emerged as Jiang Chen fiercely cleaved his saber towards Wang Ming and the other two.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
The sound of the blade entering flesh resounded, and Wang Ming with his companions did not dodge at all; they were directly cleaved into two halves by Jiang Chen!
"What do you think? Who will he go after next?"
Zheng Wenming utterly disregarded the death of Wang Ming and the others, lifting his head to glance at the Black Mist Serpent above and smirking sinisterly at Ancestor Lan.
At this moment, the serpent above his head had taken shape, with seven heads and six tails, radiating the peak aura of the Venerable Realm.
Swoosh!
Ancestor Lan's expression turned extremely ugly, as he instantly leapt back to the front of the Spirit You trio, cautiously watching Jiang Chen in the sky.
"How disgusting, this stench, this loathsome snake!"
After slaying Wang Ming and others, Jiang Chen frowned, gave the Black Mist Serpent a glance, and spoke harshly.
