Lu Qingchen, the strongest cultivator in the Spiritual Dao Sect and the leader of the Seven Sons of the Spiritual Dao, was so vulnerable!
Lu Qingchen, who stood high above and gave orders like a king, was actually so weak!
Looking at Lu Qingchen lying on the ground with blood flowing out of his mouth and his eyes wide open, the surrounding cultivators had an indescribable emotion brewing in their eyes.
Perhaps the Spiritual Dao Sect was not as strong as they had imagined?
Lu Qingchen gritted his teeth and glared at Han Muye.
He could not imagine why his incarnation could not block Han Muye's punch.
Could this punch shatter the world?
Han Muye, who had his hands behind his back and a faint look of disdain on his face, sighed in his heart.