A cold draft howled shrilly as night fell, and in the yard, numerous leaves fluttered down from the tall ancient trees.
The spacious Demon Subduing Hall was bereft of sound, save the rising and falling footsteps of a youth. Each step resounded heavily in the hearts of every martial practitioner present, as though it was stepping on their hearts.
‘What kind of move is that? An esteemed Xiantian master was actually killed just like that without any sound or warning!’
The Evolved Jing masters felt their hearts turn cold. Even with their superior senses, they had not been able to see the movements of that youth!
"Is your Mount Longhu not afraid of turning into the laughing stock of the world by doing this?!"
Yagyu Mimoto took a step back with a slightly pale face as he watched Bei Feng getting closer to him. He felt like a sharp blade was hanging above him, waiting to reap his life.
"This... " Pu Yang was also in a difficult situation.