Right Under Your Eyelids and You Can't Even Recognize!

Zhuge Qingxuan's overbearingness made everyone silent like cicadas in winter.

His strength was too powerful. It was on a completely different level from these people.

Feeling helpless, those dozen over people could only go up the mountain.

There was still a feeble ray of hope going up the mountain at any rate. But if they went against Zhuge Qingxuan, then it was only a one-way ticket to hell.

Quite a few martial artists' gazes that looked towards Zhuge Qingxuan were filled with resentment.

They did not expect that the human race's number one person was actually this sort of person who bullies the weak, being arrogant and high-handed and viewed human life like grass.

For some time, these people dared to feel indignant but did not dare to speak.

Regarding these people's gazes, Zhuge Qingxuan directly chose to ignore it.

He did not care about these people's thoughts at all. In his eyes, these people were all ant-like existences.