Rrrmb… Rrrrrmb...

Cold Cloud Mountain was trembling. Everyone’s heart was trembling as well. A chaotic storm that crushed both the Sun Death Sword Master’s sword might and Forefather Ming Peng’s omnipresent pressure was stirring in every corner, and it was as if an ancient devil god was awakened from its slumber. Everything was as petty as dust before him.

“This… this is…” Ming Xiao said shakily, his face as white as a sheet. This was a different kind of fear, a ...