Wu Zhao's voice vibrated in the void.

The heaven and earth around Wuyun Alley were stirred up by fierce fighting spirit, turning into a light curtain to withstand the huge pressure on the sky.

One man and one gun, with a large formation above his head, suppressing an entire family.

This is not Wu Zhao's ability.

This is Master Han’s weapon refining method!

Such methods are unparalleled!

Everyone around Wuyun Lane looked at this scene blankly.

A cultivator who was only a fifth-level cultivator a few days ago is now able to stand up to the Wanjin City formation and crush a large family with his own strength.

All of this comes from Wu Zhao's body at this time, this fighting puppet.

How strong is Master Han who refined this war puppet?

What if it is you who gets the puppet?

Can this war puppet crush the prehistoric level?

How could there be such a powerful weapon refining technique in the world?

Is this the skill of the core elders?

In the distance, in a large hall, Jin Wu and several other core elders had solemn expressions on their faces.

Through a light curtain, they clearly displayed Wu Zhao's power.

"The power of one person has surpassed the prehistoric level."

"This kind of combat power is at least half-step to the universe level."

The two core elders had golden light in their eyes and whispered softly.

To refine a war puppet like this, only three or two in the entire weapon refiner alliance can do it.

This would still consume endless resources and take hundreds or thousands of years to be possible.

"How strong is Master Han's weapon refining ability..." Jin Wu spoke softly, with a complicated expression on his face.

He was relatively familiar with Han Muye.

Lots of contacts.

Originally, he regarded Han Muye as a junior.

Now it seems that Master Han really has the qualifications to be on an equal footing with him.

"boom--"

Wu Zhao shot out, and the world shook.

One shot shattered the heaven and earth, and everything ten miles in front of him turned into powder.

The body of a prehistoric-level war puppet in front of the spear was directly smashed into pieces, and the two god-level puppet masters behind them both vomited blood and rolled to the ground.

Can't stop it.

It can't be stopped at all.

The prehistoric level warriors were defeated and their bodies were shattered in one encounter. Who could withstand this kind of combat power?

"Master, what should we do!" shouted the two Wang Family Saint-level puppet masters who were vomiting blood from their mouths.

Wang Zijin, the head of the Wang family, gritted his teeth and raised his hand.

"Buzz——"

A spiritual light rose among the practitioners of the Wang family. It did not rush towards Wu Zhao, but wanted to break the light shield above its head and trigger the power of Wanjin City's great formation to descend.

Watching the stream of light that turned into a long golden cone fly out, Wu Zhao sneered.

His body possesses endless power, but until now, he has not fully stimulated it!

The golden cone hit the light curtain above the head. The light curtain vibrated, but it was not damaged at all.

At this moment, everyone in the Wang family looked desperate.

Even the strongest members of the family can't break the opponent's blockade!

"So strong..." This scene gave countless practitioners in the city complex expressions.

Probably, they all have a feeling of sadness when a rabbit dies and a fox dies.

"Markham City is really going to abandon my Wang family!"

"You low-class people, my Wang family is a family that has existed for countless thousands of years. How dare you trample on me like this!"

The members of the Wang family roared and wailed.

When had the aloof Wang family ever suffered such humiliation?

The opponent is just a fifth-level practitioner, how can he be so strong?

Wang Zijin, the head of the Wang family, turned to look at the god-level powerhouse beside him.

The eldest elder of the Wang family, Wang Zilun, takes the lead in controlling a prehistoric war puppet, and is accompanied by a strong man who is protected by a god-level war puppet.

This kind of person should have been running rampant in Markham City, gaining respect from all parties, and being valued by all parties in the Alliance of Artifact Refiners, and would be like a fish in water.

However, now he is no longer a fish in water, but a lost dog.

"Hmph, no matter how strong he is, he is only one person." Wang Zilun gritted his teeth and stared at Wu Zhao in front of him.

The grudge with Master Han can no longer be resolved.

It is no longer possible to reconcile with Markham City and the Refiner Alliance.

In this case, the Wang family will most likely leave Markham City and live in other big cities.

With the Wang family's background and strength, they can control any big city.

"boom--"

Wu Zhao, carrying the power of Markham City's formation, stepped forward, and the spear in his hand turned into a fire dragon and wreaked havoc.

The golden light of the spear tip shone, and it shattered two god-level war puppets with one blow, knocking them back along with more than a dozen saint-level and ninth-level puppet masters behind them.

At least three ninth-level puppet masters vomited blood and died.

There were seven or eight puppet masters who were temporarily unable to take action because their hearts were damaged by this blow.

Wu Zhao shouted in his mouth, and the spear turned into a long ice-cold dragon, roaring forward, knocking away the three god-level war puppets and the five saint-level war puppets.

One of the saint-level armor masters' body shattered into pieces, fell to the ground, and lost his breath.

"This battle puppet has definitely surpassed the prehistoric level." An old man in black robes whispered softly in the distance.

There are many powerful people in Markham City who can control and activate prehistoric level war puppets.

But no one can control such a powerful puppet like Wu Zhao today with his remaining soul.

No one can control the war puppet to such an extent. With one person's power, he can overwhelm a big family and prevent them from raising their heads.

"This is Master Han showing off his skills."

"The core elders are indeed difficult to figure out."

All around, whispers sounded.

From all the forces and families, who wouldn’t want to have such a war puppet?

The power of one person can overwhelm an entire clan. Whoever has such a fighting puppet will be the overlord of the party!

Bai Shiju looked at Wu Zhao, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

His choice was correct!

Master Han, he really has such means, he can establish himself in Markham City by himself!

Wu Zhao's spear thrust out, causing endless evil energy to gather.

If this continues, all the strong men of the Wang family will be defeated.

Wang Zijin turned around, with a hint of madness on his face, and lowered his voice: "Brother, summon my aunt, otherwise, everyone in my Wang family will die without a burial place."

After hearing his words, the eyes of the god-level strongman Wang Zilun flashed with cold light, and the faces of several strong men from the Wang family beside him also looked gloomy.

"good."

"My aunt said that for my aunt's sake, he would only help my Wang family once."

"Now, it's time for the survival of my Wang family."

After Wang Zilun finished speaking, he raised his hand and fired a golden arrow straight into the sky.

As soon as the arrow flew up, it brought out an endless stream of light, breaking through the light shield above the head, and even the power of the large array could not cover it.

"It's the divine messenger arrow!"

"I've heard that there is a powerful person in the divine realm behind the Wang family!"
To be continued...