A majestic and vast aura soared into the sky. A tall middle-aged man flew toward the space above the palace at terrifying speed, arriving in an instant.
This middle-aged man wore a black robe and his expression was incomparably stern. His appearance was extremely similar to Wu Fengtian's, and he was none other than the patriarch of the Sorcerer tribe's Tianming Star branch lineage, the Blood Witch Saint King.
"Su Mo, your time of death has come!" The Blood Witch Saint King's killing intent was like two sharp swords as he laid eyes on Su Mo, cold, piercing, and icy to the extreme.
Su Mo was the enemy who had murdered his son, and he had long since hated him to the bone. Now that Su Mo had finally appeared, how could he possibly let him go?
"Everyone, leave Tianming Holy City!"
The Blood Witch Saint King shouted furiously, then slammed a palm down fiercely. In the blink of an eye, a huge blood-red palm print suppressed toward Su Mo.
He was extremely decisive. Su Mo was ruthless and would definitely not let the Third Priest go, so he didn't waste any breath and attacked immediately.
Hearing the patriarch's words, the crowd didn't hesitate at all. Everyone scrambled to flee.
Everyone knew in their hearts that battles at the Saint King level had a massive radius of impact, and only by quickly moving far away could they guarantee safety.
Rumble!
The palm print rapidly suppressed downward. The void shattered, the earth collapsed, and the entire Tianming Holy City turned into ruins almost instantly.
"A Saint King?" Su Mo raised his eyes, his battle intent shaking the heavens. He released his Devouring Battle Soul directly and threw the Third Priest into the swirling vortex of devouring.
He hadn't managed to search