I’m the Patriarch of Hell!

"How dare you?!"

Mu Caiwei's expression finally turned chaotic.

These people were the most loyal people in the King Mu Fort. They had been loyal for generations. How could she sit back and watch them be killed?

In the next moment, she clenched her fist, and an extreme mark of the moon erupted from the depths of her palm.

The moon mark was like frost. It suddenly turned into a stream of light and attacked more than ten Martial Dao masters. The one in front felt a chill on his neck and immediately covered his neck as he retreated. Blood spurted out from his neck.

Bang!

A Martial Dao master died!

This sudden scene immediately caused the expressions of the rest to change. They actually subconsciously stopped, afraid that they would end up like that person.

Even so, Mu Caiwei's face was frighteningly pale. It was as if she had consumed too much energy from that attack.