Fu Ru City, Mu Clan.
High in the sky, two figures were locked in battle. Spells clashed wildly, making the surrounding space tremble without end.
At a certain moment, with a bang, the White-Haired Youthful Old Man plummeted to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.
The man in the sky descended slowly before him with a sinister laugh.
Blood trickled from the old man's lips as he stared wide-eyed at the man before him.
"You... how is this possible?"
"Heh, old fool, This Seat is no longer what I once was. I have already stepped into the Saint Supreme Realm."
"Weren't you arrogant, old fool? Get up and resist!" The man raised his foot and stomped hard on the old man's chest.
Pfft!
The old man spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Mu Clan disciples watching from afar were all shocked, before panic began to spread among them.
Mu Sheng and his two trusted Elders gritted their teeth. Unable to bear it any longer, they ignored whether they could defeat him and flashed before him.
"Ye Zhen, do not humiliate our Mu Clan Old Ancestor!" Mu Sheng pointed angrily at Ye Zhen.
Ye Zhen withdrew his foot, then turned and looked at the three of them with a scornful sneer.
"Heh, three ants dare point fingers at This Seat? Your courage is commendable."
Then he slowly walked toward Mu Sheng.
"...N-No... Mu... Mu Sheng, run... run quickly. You... you are no match for him." Mu Feng endured the intense pain and shouted loudly.
"Heh, run? Too late!" Ye Zhen suddenly accelerated and struck one of the Mu Clan Elders with his palm.
"Ah... Bang!"
With a bang, that Elder exploded into fragments that scattered through the air. He had completely fallen.
A thick stench of blood filled the