Gu Chen felt a sharp pain in his body the moment he appeared. One terrifying killing intent after another locked onto him. Even though he had cultivated an invincible body, he could still feel a bone-chilling cold, a shiver running down his spine.
At this point, with Gu Chen's strength, the only ones who could give him such a strong sense of danger were martial arts masters. No one else could achieve this.
The masters from the Da Guangming Sect, the Qiu Family, the White Tiger Clan, and the old Taoist from the Xuantian Sect all had incredibly cold gazes, exuding a bone-chilling coldness. Their eyes were fixed on Gu Chen.
"Gu Chen, you killed disciples of our sect. Today, I will make sure you have no place to bury your body!"
The giant man from the White Tiger Clan roared, like a white tiger roaring in the mountains. His voice shook the entire area, booming in the void.