The city lord sighed deeply and quickly disappeared into the hall with full of resentment.

Time flies by.

Three months have passed.

boom!

this day.

Qin Feiyang's arm trembled, and the third stroke of the word "kill" under his fingertips bloomed with dazzling brilliance.

His momentum also soared.

In the blink of an eye, he broke through the shackles and attacked the Five-Star War Sect!

But compared to the first and second strokes, this third stroke took longer. If calculated carefully, it is three months and two days.

The next few strokes will definitely take longer.

However, he is also very content.

After all, it would take at least several years, even decades, for others to break through to a small realm of Zhan Zong.

"Five-star War Sect..."

"One step closer to the War Saint, just wait for me, I will go back soon!"
Chapter completed!