Is this not a devil?!!
The henchman of the Northern Martial Ancestor's eyes bulged, missing a jaw below the mouth, with bright red blood gushing out, adding extra horror to his appearance.
The others were stunned into stillness.
A Great Emperor, punched and his belly exploded—it could be said that Wang Dazhu was taken unawares and ambushed.
But this one here, he was truly crushed.
Completely overwhelmed!
Without even a chance to react, he had his jaw ripped off!
In an instant, silence fell upon the mountain pass.
Those who were previously beaten by Lin Hao, initially keen on watching a good show, were now utterly dumbfounded.
At the mountain pass, only the cold wind blew.
From within the grand palanquin, the Northern Martial Ancestor's face—once the epitome of an immortal—had turned the color of liver.
This person, murdering two of his disciples right before his eyes, was outright slapping the face of the Northern Martial Ancestor!
