Another Expert in the Human Race (2)

Mu Zhixing said confidently, "King Zhou, what you see might not be true."

"Is that so?" Zhou Shu made no comment.

He had also wondered if this was an illusion, but his Visualization of the Five Mountains' True Form had long reached greater mastery. His divine sense was condensed into one, and there were definitely not many illusions that could deceive him.

But this was the Glacial Palace. It was possible for anything to happen.

Zhou Shu didn't act rashly. Instead, he made an inviting gesture to Mu Zhixing.

Mu Zhixing first glanced warily at the black shadow. Seeing that the black shadow didn't react, he took a step forward.

After hesitating for a moment, he didn't move too far away from Zhou Shu. Instead, he took out a dharma treasure and cut his palm.

Swish!

With a soft sound, blood splattered from Mu Zhixing's palm.

Like oil splashing on hot water, there was a sharp sound in the air, followed by smoke rising.