"My heavens, what are we looking at?"
Qingyun and the five Venerables, including Lü Jian, stared blankly at the scene before them. It seemed their breathing had stopped; they simply could not believe their eyes.
With a single strike, half the ice-type exotic beasts had been wiped out.
Their gazes turned toward the figure standing at the center of the battlefield, their eyes filled with shock.
"Is he really still in the Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm?"
Venerable Ling Su could not help swallowing. Looking at Fang Mo, she was filled with fear. Thinking of how dissatisfied she had been with Fang Mo before, a chill now ran down her spine.
He won't hold a grudge, will he?!
Fang Mo was equally stunned. He held his blade as he panted, yet his eyes shone as brightly as the sun.
The Savage Ancient True Body Realm had three stages. He had only broken through to the second stage, yet he was already this powerful.
Now, his torso had completed the Savage Bone battle patterns, instantly doubling his combat power. True Dragon Blood had become even more formidable. With one strike, he had slaughtered half the ice-type exotic beasts. If he could complete the third stage and condense the Savage Bone battle patterns on all four limbs, just how powerful would he become?
Bzzzz!
At that moment, the Bronze Mirror trembled and rang within Fang Mo's mind, while an intense sense of danger exploded in his heart.
"Not good, danger!"
Fang Mo's heart clenched. The Bronze Mirror was warning him—there could be no mistake.
Boom!
But before he could react, a powerful will instantly locked onto him. Terrifying pressure from that will descended like mountains, suppressing him.
"Three True Lord auras!"
Feeling those three terrifying pressures, Fang Mo felt as if his heart