No fear of one in ten thousand, only fear of that one exception!
Yet Lu Changsheng seemed utterly unperturbed. He addressed the void, "I must trouble Senior Mo."
"Not at all."
"I'll deal with this Blood Fire Martial Ancestor for you."
A strange voice echoed from somewhere in the void.
Both Ancestor Chen and Blood Fire Martial Ancestor were perplexed.
Someone else is here?
They were Heavenly Saints, yet they had no idea?
As the voice fell silent.
From nowhere in the void, a hand appeared.
The hand was indescribable.
Descending from the sky, growing ever larger.
Blood Fire Martial Ancestor frantically tried to flee, but as he ran, he seemed to be drawn ever closer to the hand, as if an invisible force pulled him into its grasp.
"Spare me…"
Blood Fire Martial Ancestor pleaded.
He felt the looming threat of death.
Neither Ancestor Chen nor Lu Changsheng.
Even if they were stronger than Blood Fire Martial Ancestor, he never felt an aura of death from them.
