Before the bloody mist could dissipate, everyone felt cold all over. Chu Xun had smashed a high-level Great King into a bloody mist by a single palm. It was too terrifying.

Gusts of cold wind in the Ghost Gate Road blew the blood mist away.

A Human King was powerful in these people's eyes. But for Chu Xun, Mu Qi was not an expert at all. He had killed thousands of Human Kings. Even if his current cultivation was less than three-tenth of his peak, it was ...