As Wang Mang's fists fell, sixteen patriarchs had already been slaughtered into disarray, leaving only three remaining.
If it weren't for the chaos of time and space sweeping them up, they would have probably died by Wang Mang's fists too.
"Huh, am I really this strong?"
Wang Mang looked at his own fist in disbelief.
He had already ignored the injuries on his body.
As long as he could kill these sixteen people, the price was still very worth it.
As for Wu Ya, he probably wouldn't need his help, right?
As he thought this, Wang Mang's gaze sharpened, and he looked towards the battlefield where Wu Ya was.
With that look, another gaze met his own.
Wang Mang was slightly stunned and mumbled, "Are you already done?"
Sure enough, in the next moment, Wu Ya appeared beside him.
"Damn, kid, you actually took care of all of them."
"I thought you might need my support."
His tone was surprised, his eyes full of curiosity.
