The thick blood mist spread like a thin veil illuminated by the phosphorescent glow of the underground world.
The last roar of Yue Chongmen still echoed in their ears.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment; Xu You and Zhao Yuncheng were so shocked they couldn't find the words to speak, their trembling eyes filled with deep horror as they watched the giant hand that blotted out the sky slowly dissipate and then turned to the blood and remains all over the ground.
They had not imagined Zhou Dao's strength to be so terrifying, his Star Picking Hand invincible, striking down the Taoist disciples without giving them a chance to defend themselves.
What was even more unexpected was Zhou Dao's ruthless and cold methods, sealing fates with a single move, not even offering his opponents a chance to beg for mercy, slaughtering more than a dozen Taoist disciples with just a flip of his palm.