The Hell Ghost Mist Array was shattered, and Marshal Jinyang and the others instantly broke free of the formation and rushed before Zheng Xing Shan.
Ghost Mist Old Man and the others also vomited blood, gathering together with extremely ugly expressions.
Other than Bai Hualei, only a Divine Nirvana expert could have broken their battle formation in an instant.
Seeing this, Lu Ren frowned slightly and said, "Get behind me, quickly!"
At once, Li Muwan, Huang Yu, and the Seven Ghosts all moved behind Lu Ren.
At that moment, an old man in a star-blue robe appeared in the air, his hands clasped behind his back.
When Zheng Xing Shan saw the old man, he immediately cupped his fists and said, "Master, quickly kill Lu Ren and his group! He completely disregarded your dignity and actually tried to kill me!"
Smack!
Before Zheng Xing Shan could finish speaking, a starlight palm condensed before him and viciously slapped across his face.
A bright red handprint appeared on Zheng Xing Shan's face.
"Hmph, with a temperament like yours, how can you ever step into Divine Nirvana? You cannot even handle a mere Divine Ancestor Ninth Level brat, yet you needed this old man to cast aside his dignity and save you. And now you want this old man to kill them? Are you tired of living?"
Star River Divine Ancestor wore an icy expression, his voice piercing to the bone.
Zheng Xing Shan's expression turned ugly, his soul nearly flying from fright.
Marshal Jinyang and the others looked equally terrible. Their overall strength far surpassed Lu Ren's group, yet if Star River Divine Ancestor had not intervened, they might very well have been wiped out to the last man.
"If this old man killed him as a Divine Nirvana expert, Gui Xu