Futu Xuan's old eyes suddenly narrowed, but before he could react, a surge of energy violently struck him.
Futu Xuan was immediately sent flying tens of thousands of miles as if struck by a heavy blow, blood splattering across his robes.
Yet Lu Yunxiao did not stop. With a flash, he plunged into the crowd.
He struck out with his palm toward a certain direction.
In an instant, the heavens collapsed, the earth split apart, and space shattered.
A massive palm print descended upon a man in a gray-white robe.
That person was none other than Mo Tong, head of the Mo Vein.
His earlier interruption had already made Lu Yunxiao take notice of him.
What Lu Yunxiao hated most in his life were pests that loved to interrupt. Since he was killing people anyway, he might as well kill this one first.
As the palm came down, its terrifying might made Mo Tong's pupils contract, his blood seeming to freeze throughout his body.
When Lu Yunxiao had instantly killed Xuan Guang earlier, he had already known that Lu Yunxiao's strength was astonishing.
But he had never expected Lu Yunxiao to target him this time.
The descending palm print brought with it an intense sense of impending death.
Mo Tong's face turned pale as spiritual energy surged wildly within him.
Supreme Dharma Body, Peerless Divine Ability.
Mo Tong frantically unleashed every technique he knew, trying to block the attack.
Unfortunately, the absolute gap in strength could not be bridged by such things.
When Lu Yunxiao's palm fell, all resistance was futile.
With a loud explosion, Mo Tong burst directly into a cloud of blood mist, his divine soul reduced to ashes.
Mo Tong, head of the Mo Vein, had fallen!
Another Immortal-grade Heavenly Sovereign had died at Lu Yunxiao's hands.