A simple sentence instantly raised the fear in Bai Xiaotian and the others' hearts to the highest point.
In front of Zhu Xuantian, the sense of fear was far stronger than what Zhu Sha had brought upon them.
Everyone in the Great Archon Temple was engulfed in intense fear.
The young Hall Master now was far more terrifying than in the past.
The seven main gods, including War Without Limits, were trembling all over with cold sweat pouring down, their faces ashen.
The silence of the crowd, Zhu Xuantian's bland face, turned icy.
An invisible and terrifying pressure, like the Five-finger Mountain of Buddha, pressed on everyone, almost suffocating them.
That feeling was even scarier than death.
Under this terrifying pressure, a large group of people had collapsed to the ground, their pale faces filled with pain.
After a few minutes of stalemate, Ruo Wushuang sighed softly, and said: "Young Hall Master, Shuixian is sealed on Taihuang Mountain, the Demon seal."
