"Make your move," Shen Mo said coolly.
"Fine!" Gu Ming drew a deep breath. Seeing there was no way to turn things around, killing intent finally showed in his eyes.
"If I can't avoid this, then... I'll just have to try!"
The vast aura within him surged out, shaking the entire hall.
This was the pressure and presence of a martial arts legend!
Outside the hall, the martial artists were still hunting down the Blood Garment Sect's scattered remnants and searching for the sect's treasured techniques and secret treasures. When they felt this aura, their expressions changed dramatically.
"So this is the aura of a martial arts legend?"
"Just as powerful as they say!"
"Even sensing it from afar is enough to make your heart feel stifled."
Some of the martial artists turned pale and didn't dare approach. They kept their distance, searching for the Blood Garment Sect's treasury around the outskirts instead.
Others, brimming with confidence, strode toward the hall.
They didn't want to miss this battle.
It had been centuries since a martial arts legend had appeared in Tianyou City's martial world.
For anyone obsessed with martial arts, missing the chance to witness one in action would be a lifelong regret.
"Clang!"
When Gu Ming's aura reached its peak, he took the Blazing Flame Spear, forged from century-old cold iron, from the right side of the throne and thrust it straight at Shen Mo.
An overwhelming force surged forth like a dragon swimming out of its abyss, its momentum blazing and unstoppable.
Where it passed, the air ruptured, shock waves swept out, and dust billowed without end.
The martial artists watching from afar were left trembling with fear.
"Even an Innate Grandmaster would meet his end beneath that thrust!"
They thought this, but didn't worry for Shen Mo.