Looking at the horrible scene, everyone was stunned.
Nalan Kang shivered abruptly, staggering backward a few steps. His originally angry expression gradually turned to fear, and the look in his eyes towards Su Chen became alarmed.
This youth, who single-handedly destroyed the four Guardians of the clan, was simply too terrifying. Especially that bizarre, extremely black flame. It could even penetrate the joint attack of the Holy Light and the Natural Essence Pearl.
"Fiery Flame Heart-Burning Palm..."
Nalan Qing murmured, his face turning deathly pale.
The members of the Nalan Clan behind him found their tongues tied and couldn't say a word; they could only look in panic at the mysterious youth who seemed like a god of death.
In the crowd, there was deathly silence, only the sound of breathing rising and falling, unusually clear.
