The Martial Saint of Zhumu is in a miserable state!
His martial arts were abolished, his mask fell, and his hair was messy. It was as if a deity had fallen from a high altar into the dust, indescribably wretched, and no longer possessing the demeanor of a hegemon of the Western Regions.
In the snow, he vomited large mouthfuls of blood, staining the white snow crimson, like a dying stray dog at the end of its road.
All the sects' people, upon seeing this, began to waver in their hearts, thinking about how to break away from the Martial Saint of Zhumu.
Seeing the Martial Saint of Zhumu defeated so miserably, people from all sects could easily guess that today would be the death day of the Martial Saint of Zhumu, forcing them to consider their own survival and future development.
The Martial Saint of Zhumu can no longer be loyal to. If they want to preserve themselves, they have no choice but to pledge allegiance to Lin Fei.
