Three-Foot God, Cold-Blooded And Heartless!

The white-robed old man was the Ancestor of the Ice God Temple. He had reached the mid-stage Divine Master Realm when he was alive.

However, with only a wisp of remnant soul left, his strength was naturally greatly reduced. Moreover, every attack and defense required a large amount of remnant soul power.

However, he knew that he was no match for them.

He knew that the next attack would destroy his soul and prevent him from entering the cycle of reincarnation.

However, as the Ancestor of the Ice God Temple, the white-robed old man had founded the Ice God Temple and dedicated his life to the sect. Naturally, he could not bear to watch the sect he had built fall without doing anything.

He was helpless as the Ancestor of the Ice God Hall.

As a former Sect Master, Mu Fusheng expressed his respect.

And the way to show respect was to use all his strength to defeat it with his current strength…

Mu Fusheng raised his hand above his head.