At the same time, a cold voice reached Chu Xisheng's ear.
"Indeed, worthy of being the first on the Qingyun General List, truly impressive!"
Chu Xisheng sneered coldly.
This person wants to leave now? Too late!
Just as Chu Yunyun gave the reminder, he had already used a secret technique to contact the Mountain Patrol Hall.
There's a saying: when in trouble, find the police.
How could he do nothing and just sit here waiting to be beaten?
In an instant, a giant hand reached out from the blood mist and grabbed.
Meanwhile, several powerful Sword Intents surged from outside the altar, locking onto that person in midair.
The figure seemed to sense the danger, cursing vehemently and trying desperately to dodge.
However, after barely a moment, the giant hand grasped the person's body and crushed it into blood dust.
Chu Xisheng then saw the figure of the Mountain Patrol Hall's Great Elder, Fang Zheng, appear next to the person's head.
This person looked exactly like Fang Bu Yuan.
