There was a suffocating atmosphere; it was as if the air itself had been frozen!

In just a second, four heretical disciples were lying in pools of blood. One had their head blown off while the other three got their hearts pierced. Despite all of this, the killer was still nowhere to be found. It was just a single terrifying glare!

The heretical disciples didn’t dare to speak any longer as if their mouths had been covered. The ones lying on the ground were dead because they couldn’t control their mouths.

Hong Mofang’s black cloak was being swept up by the cold wind. A flash flew across his pupils as he looked around and raised his voice: “It looks like a real hero of the pagoda is here. I, Hong Mofang, would like to take you on.”

Hong Mofang looked quite heroic and showed great bloodthirst, but his mind was not calm. He was afraid that this new arrival might be the son of the demon. After all, below Mount Banda, he could still recall how Huang Daonan and Hei Fengyan died to Feng Feiyun.

He thought to himself: ‘Hmph!...