Each of them was holding a cat. They looked harmless, but they carried a terrifying aura as they stomped over.
The hall was extremely quiet, and the people who had been clamoring to do something to Li Tian just now had all stopped talking.
Qin Sheng's face was ashen. He felt that the shadow guards might have made a mistake. That cultivator was definitely not at the eighth level of the Qi refining stage. Otherwise, how could he give him such a strong pressure?
Li Tian entered the throne room.
The killing intent was almost tangible as it coldly swept across everyone.
Killing intent surged, and sword intent filled the sky. Everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, even those half-step Foundation establishment cultivators. The words that they had just organized had all been forgotten. They could not even say a word.
It was too depressing.
