The six masters and elders of the family and the elders are all at the Ninth level of the Saint King. At this moment, they all collapsed.

No trace of soul left!

The kind of nothingness.

The only thing that is left behind is perhaps the blood mist that is still scattering, carrying their breath.

This is the only thing they left behind after tens of thousands of years of living in this Zhenwu Realm!

The whole audience was silent.

Including Mo Lian and others, they all held their breath.

Mo Lian once thought that she must practice quickly and be able to help Chu Feng when she needs it.

Mo Lian was even feeling complacent that her cultivation level was temporarily higher than Chu Feng.

Once upon a time, Mo Lian also thought that Chu Feng’s cultivation speed was extremely fast and he might surpass himself in less than a year.

but.

Now, it is indeed less than a year, or two months.

Chu Feng's strength is not only surpassing Mo Lian, but also has the strength to kill several Saint Kings' Ninth Level Realm with one punch!

There is no doubt that only the strength of the Saint King can possess!

And it is at least the peak of the first level of the Saint Lord!

Because, Chu Feng's punch just now was simply too light.

Chu Feng didn't even look back!

Liu Zhenyang and others tried their best to burn their natal bloodlines and use the top ten thousand explosion pills. However, Chu Feng did not take them seriously at all!

It's really just such a casual blow!

"Mo Lian, Wei Wei, Ying Xi, aren't you all stupid, right? Are you unhappy to see me coming back?"
Chapter completed!