He did not see Chu Mo as significant, but has Chu Mo ever seen him as significant?
If a powerful dharma instrument alone could kill him, how could the Heavenly People cultivators of forty thousand in the ancestral realm die without regrets?
A blood-colored battle axe suddenly appeared in Chu Mo's hand.
With cold eyes, he raised the battle axe and swung it towards the dharma instrument. Each of his movements seemed to slow down by hundreds of times, allowing everyone to see them quite clearly. But seeing clearly was fundamentally meaningless.
All those Heavenly People, Moran included, were actually following Chu Mo's timeline.
In other words, they did not think Chu Mo was slow, but believed... it should be this way!
Of course, this feeling lasted only for a moment; soon, they realized something was wrong. They quickly snapped back to their senses.
Moran even had the impulse to strike at Chu Mo but held back.
Because it was already too late!
Bang!
