"滴答!"
A drop of crimson blood dripped from the tip of the spear, chilling to the eye.
This scene sent a shiver down everyone's spine, a chill racing from the soles of their feet to the top of the skull.
Blood splattered, staining the ground red. A Saint Lord who had been a saint for many years was split in two by a spear and had half his body kicked to pieces. What does this signify?
Everyone present felt a chill down their spine!
The scalding blood was crimson and dazzling, making one's heart palpitate.
Some young strong people who were initially eager froze instantly, as if struck by cold fear!
In the face of absolute strength, they felt incredibly insignificant.
Of course, some powerful young cultivators were not afraid of him but thought the situation was unclear and didn't want to act rashly, fearing being used as pawns.
"Hiss!"
Zheng Wuji and Baili Han gasped, their faces turning extraordinarily ugly.
