Duan Yun, along with his Breaking Body Sword Energy, was knocked left and right.
"Did you see that! Old Demon Duan can't hold up!"
"Without Martial Venerate, we can still eliminate Old Demon Duan!"
"A great opportunity, fame awaits in the wild!"
Shen Jia shouted.
His voice was extremely infectious, inspiring the elders to fight to the death alongside him.
"Interesting indeed."
Faced with this scene, Duan Yun couldn't help but sigh.
In the next moment, a surge of Sword Mist appeared before him, and a streak flew out with a swoosh.
That streak of black Sword Qi was like a stroke of ink, directly piercing through the vast purple-black clouds and stabbing into Shen Jia's left buttock.
Shen Jia squeezed his buttocks tightly, then laughed heartily, "A spent force! Do you think this bit of strength can hurt me?"
But in the next moment, he let out a wretched scream.
His entire body, along with his big behind, was rolling.
