"So this is the Human Immortal Ninth Layer!"
Seeing Han Buxiu's heaven-shocking sword stance, countless people shouted in excitement.
"Can Mr. Han defeat them?"
Someone asked.
"Those kinds of people, Mr. Han can wipe them all out with just one sword!" someone sneered, adding, "Don't forget, Mr. Han is a high disciple of the Taotian Palace!"
Tang Yue narrowed his eyes coldly.
In his view.
Han Buxiu, as a Ninth-layer Powerhouse, already had sufficient strength. To kill these people was simply a piece of cake. Even if he couldn't kill them all, it would be enough to make the opponent cautious and not make any moves.
Not only Tang Yue thought this way.
Everyone present had this thought. Han Buxiu's aura was too strong, and the opponent was just a withered old man, relying merely on a beast. How could he be a match for Han Buxiu?
But then.
Facing Han Buxiu's sword, the Profound Ice Tiger merely pressed its giant claw slowly.
