Zhu Fei had no intention of paying attention to the others. He simply raised his hand again and slashed through the air with his bare hand towards the bald man and the other Tribulation Crossing Practitioners!
"Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!"
A series of muffled sounds rang out.
The group of cultivators led by the bald man were all instantly decapitated by Zhu Fei's hand slash, falling on the spot!
It was only then that Zhu Fei slowly turned around, looking in the direction from which the voice had come earlier.
About a hundred meters away, there were not just one, but exactly three mid-stage Earth Immortals gathered!
One of them, wearing a black robe and shrouded in a ghostly mist, was staring intently at Zhu Fei with blood-red eyes.
He said to Zhu Fei in a hoarse and low voice:
"Good, very good! Boy, who exactly are you? Do you dare to kill the disciples and elders of our Three Great Sects? Are you trying to become our permanent enemy?"
