The moment the voice rang out, terrifying killing intent spread like a tide, locking onto everyone present.
Before their eyes.
A red-haired young man strode through the air, the blood-red coffin on his back emanating a heart-palpitating aura.
"Mo Tian!"
Senior Brother Ma Le's face turned pale, his voice trembling.
The second greatest prodigy of the Plague Emperor Sect's current generation—Mo Tian.
At the seventh level of the Quasi-Saint Realm, he could nevertheless suppress experts at the tenth level of the Quasi-Saint Realm!
Even more terrifying was the mutated corpse puppet at the peak of the Quasi-Saint Realm within the blood coffin on his back. It was incomparably ferocious, practically invincible within the Quasi-Saint Realm.
"Damn it, someone got here first!"
Senior Brother Ma Le gritted his teeth, clenching his fists. They had suffered losses all the way here and endured countless dangers to reach this place. Were they really going to watch helplessly as the Saint Tree fell into someone else's hands?
Yet Chu Jiang seemed not to have heard a thing. He continued toward the Treasure Saint Tree at the center with steady steps.
"Hm?"
"Where did this pretty boy come from? You dare set your sights on the Saint Tree?"
Mo Tian let out a savage laugh. Giving Chu Jiang no time to react, he raised his hand and blasted out a palm strike!
"Heavenly Corpse Demon Palm!"
Dark green corpse poison gathered wildly, transforming into a massive ghost claw. A ghostly face surfaced in its palm as it tore toward Chu Jiang with howling force!
He had used seventy percent of his strength in this strike, intending to slap this fool who did not know his place into a puddle of poison on the spot!
"Insulting the master is punishable by death."
A cold female voice