Chapter 1270

The entire golf course was now a scene of devastation. Ares laughed heartily as he cut Carlos' right hand with a slash of his sword, taunting, "How dare you secular cultivators compete with us, immortal cultivators?" His words struck like thunder, echoing in the minds of the five individuals. Fury burned in Bertram's eyes. "You little brat, I’ll have you have a taste of my fist!" With a boom, his attack created a sonic boom. However, Ares simply tapped the tip of his sword, and the two forces intertwined. With a wicked grin, Ares flipped his wrist. The tip of his sword sliced off one of Bertram's fingers. At this moment, everyone was filled with shock. They had witnessed Bertram's formidable strength firsthand and knew that he was a formidable opponent. Yet now, he had lost a finger to Ares. Were the cultivators from the reclusive sects truly so terrifying? Not far away, Nash's eyes shimmered with golden light. He had been observing the fight for a minute already. To his astonis