Chapter 677

At the same time, two masters beside him also made their moves, surrounding Theophilus.

Clang!

Twelve slashed down with his sword, the blade swift as lightning striking the ground, causing pebbles to fly up, aiming for Theophilus's throat, but a metallic clang suddenly rang out!

Unexpectedly, the seemingly invincible chrysanthemum sword was broken in two by a palm strike from Theophilus, shattered from afar.

Boom!

As the three were still in shock, Theophilus had already counterattacked with a palm strike, his inner power fierce like a tempest, terrifyingly passing through the void, causing several people to be shocked into stiffness, scattering in all directions.

"Ah!"

Twelve was pushed back more than ten meters, his face slightly changing. The other two were also terrified, looking at Theophilus, their breathing becoming rapid.

The first exchange had already made the difference in skill evident.

The three of them