The atmosphere inside the Purple Snow Garden stagnated.
Teams of powerful cultivators that came from afar all stared at the young man next to the stone monument. Broken limbs littered the ground and pavilion, while many men howled in pain as they struggled on the ground. Dents in the ground were filled with blood, and it looked like a sea of red from afar. It was quite a sight to behold.
Bai Jiuying felt like she'd miscalculated. She'd agreed to cooperate with these people to attack Lu Sheng as a way to test him and make up for her previous defeat, but now only regret filled her heart.
She felt like her skin was cut by sharp knives and stabbed by needles by merely being under Lu Sheng's gaze. She could immediately tell his power far surpassed the limits of her imagination.
Bai Jiuying glanced at the crowd to the side. The few people working with her had now completed blended into the crowd. She couldn't even tell if they were still there.