Feng Wuchen's icy gaze pierced through Mu Xuanshan and the others' souls, causing the super big shots like Mu Xuanshan to shiver and feel a sense of fear.
That gaze was so cold, very cold.
It even made them feel as if the world had changed, turning crimson, rivers of blood flowing, mountains of corpses and seas of bones, like an ancient battlefield.
A mere God Venerate junior had such a terrifying gaze!
Mu Xuanshan and the others were infuriated internally, frightened by the gaze of a junior.
Yet still, no one dared to make a move.
Watching as the Sun and Moon Temple was slaughtered by Wuqing.
"Stop! Please stop!" Mo Qingshan frantically roared, but unfortunately, no one paid him any attention.
"Mo Qingshan, if you want to live, tell me, perhaps I can spare your life. If you don't, I will personally kill you. Where did you get the Jing Hong Phantom Sword Technique?" Ye Jianying coldly asked, his icy gaze staring at Mo Qingshan like a wolf.
