At the sacred realm, atop the Great Snow Mountain.
At this moment, silence pervaded the area, with nothing but a torrential downpour of Peng blood blanketing the sky. All cultivators gazed up in shock, their faces frozen, overwhelmed to their very cores.
Gu Chen's black hair billowed around him as he stood above the sky, his eyes frosty and indifferent. At this moment, he resembled a great demon king, his imposing aura so formidable that it instilled fear in all who beheld him.
Not a single drop of the bloody rain reached him; his clothes remained unstained as he stood there, his piercing gaze sweeping across all directions.
Descendants of powers such as the Purple-blood Sky Dragon Clan, the White Tiger Clan, the Kirin Clan, the Great Red Sky Palace, and others like Ao Xing trembled uncontrollably at this sight.
As for the other cultivators, many were already dumbstruck, some even shivering at the scene.
