Both Wu Youzheng and Xu Yingjian felt their hair standing on end, frozen on the spot with their mouth agape.

Even Lin Yixue was scared out of her mind. This was her first time seeing a person so easily rendered into a mist of blood. 

All three were speechless while watching the mist of blood scatter to the wind.

Youzheng and Yingjian blanched at the result, fearing for the future. The youth was a member of the Mu, and not just a regular disciple. He was the grand-disciple of a True Emperor, so his status wasn’t shabby in the clan.

But now, he has been killed in Mingluo City. Just imagine the consequence...