Central Ancestral Lands of the Foreign Race.
Dark clouds roiled and wild winds howled as Chen Mu stood alone, facing the four progenitors of the foreign race. The aura from his body mingled with the entire world, as if the Qiankun itself was carrying out his will.
The three Blood Exchange Realm progenitors of the foreign race could not withstand such pressure, unable even to remain standing before Chen Mu. Their hearts were utterly shocked, their spines bent, kneeling there, unable to move even a finger.
Martial Saint Chen Mu, so terrifying!
This was even more exaggerated than the rumors. Just one mere glance, without displaying any techniques, utilizing only the oppressive aura of the fused heavens and earth, made the proud three ancestors of the Blood Exchange Realm nearly collapse, unable to muster even a hint of resistance!
