"Martial artists... these could never be ordinary body-tempering martial artists!"
Zhao Mu's face darkened, his eyes filled with shock and wariness.
In the Cultivation World, mortal martial artists were no more than ants and weeds. Even those who reached the so-called tenth-realm Martial God level could not survive a single exchange against a cultivator's flying swords and spells.
Yet these two young people had killed second-realm cultivators in an instant within the Spirit-Sealing Formation, relying solely on their explosive physical strength.
"This brat cannot be allowed to live. There must be something strange about that cultivation method!" Zhao Mu growled, no longer daring to be arrogant.
He unleashed his late-sixth-realm spiritual power. Although the Spirit-Sealing Grand Formation had drained the surrounding spiritual energy, the vital spiritual essence accumulated in his dantian was immensely powerful. Even without drawing on the power of heaven and earth, it was enough to crush any mortal body.
Beside him, Gu Changfeng also recovered his senses. His face turned livid, and his murderous intent surged.
Gu Qinghe's departure, the humiliation at the auction, and this eerily strange mortal Martial Sect had already become an inner demon that utterly consumed him.
Unless he slaughtered these people on the spot, the Gu Household would lose every shred of dignity.
"Wretched spawn, no one can save you today!"
Gu Changfeng barked coldly, unleashing the full force of his early-seventh-realm spiritual pressure.
In an instant, the immense pressure of the two high-level cultivators bore down upon the entire mass graveyard like colossal mountains toppling over.
The swirling dust was forcibly flattened against the ground, and the air let out a mournful whine.
Han Yu bore the brunt of it and felt every bone in her body suddenly tighten.
Her qi and blood struggled to flow through her meridians, and her