Soon, Yunfan charged into the crowd of thirty thousand with his long saber. In his eyes, not a single one of the elite fighters could withstand a single blade stroke.
Not far away, Maelton watched Yunfan slaughtering his subordinates, his expression completely unmoved.
"Even if you are a Grandmaster-level powerhouse, what good is your endurance and strength? Three thousand people bringing down their blades together could easily wear you to death," Maelton muttered to himself. "When that time comes, I will personally cut off your head to honor my son."
Chapter 507