"Did you deserve to use Starry Magic?"
Caspian paused word by word. Every time it hit the cultivator's ear, he felt that his brain was about to boil.
Why can't I use it?
Why are you so angry?
The cultivator's face was full of horror and confusion. When he was about to open his mouth to explain, he saw a big hand of Caspian coming straight to him.
Crack!
A voice that made people's teeth ache rang out.
The head of cultivator was taken off by Caspian as if he was picking a watermelon.
The cultivator's headless body shook and fell to the ground.
" Life-taking Wild Wind Sword!"
At this time, behind Caspian, there was another whistling sound.
A piece of bright sword light fell down toward Caspian like a Milky Way.
"A sneak attack?"
A sharp light flashed in Caspian's eyes. He raised Eight Desolate God-Terminator Halberd and swept it away.
He did not use any martial arts techniques, nor did he need any.
It was power!
The purest and most primitive power!
Peng!
There was a critical hit in midair.
It was like a sturdy wooden stick hitting a linen bag.
The cultivator who tried to ambush Caspian let out a scream. The long sword was broken into more than ten pieces in his hand.
Meanwhile, his arms' bones were broken inch by inch. They pierced through his skin, muscles, and flesh, seeping out from his body. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and then he flew out. With another crash, he smashed onto the ground like a cannonball.
At the moment when he fell to the ground, in the smoke and dust where he stood, it could clearly be seen that the misty blood fog was rising.
"Coo."
The sound of some cultivators swallowing came from all around.
When Caspian appeared just now, he used formation to kill dozens of people.
At that time, everyone only felt that he had mastered such a big killing weapon as formation.
As for his strength, not many people present knew.
Although James Steinbeck and Eric Khol knew that Caspian had almost cleared up the outer disciples of Great Oceans Sect, how could they tell cultivators here?
Moreover, according to their inference, they did not think that Caspian killed those outer disciples head-on. Instead, they thought that Caspian had used some means and relied on sneak attacks to cheat people.
It was precisely because of this kind of misunderstanding that no one had seriously considered the strength of Caspian from the beginning to the end.
Cultivators present naturally thought that Caspian was just a little stronger than ordinary Pulse Control Realm cultivators.
There were so many cultivators at the same level here, and there were even cultivators at the third stage of Pulse Control Realm that were obviously higher than him.
It was easy to capture or kill him.
One’s imagination was naturally beautiful.
But at this time, if anyone thought so, he would really be a fool.
How could this be the strength of a second stage of Pulse Control Realm cultivator?
This was simply a monster!
To tear apart a cultivator at the third stage of Pulse Control Realm? What a joke!
He swept away cultivators whose realm was higher than his in one move. Wasn't he dreaming?
All cultivators present, whether ordered by Great Oceans Sect, rushed over to support.
or cultivators who had gathered here because they wanted the reward.
At this moment, all of them took a step back in unison.
Life was the most important thing.
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