C1565 The Mighty Saint Son of Confucius

Son of God Rudao stared at the empty space and laughed coldly.

Swoosh!

A streak of saber light had flown into the void without anyone knowing when it had been slashed out.

Bang!

Within a radius of one Zhang, space was split into two halves, and spatial turbulence gushed out.

Yang Xiaoxie and Yue Yangshan, one on the left and one on the right, quickly retreated in two different directions