Mu Liufeng had already removed his mask, revealing his handsome face.
However, at this time, his face no longer had the frivolous expression of the past, and there was not a hint of a smile on it. His expression was solemn, and his eyes were deep. Ling Chuxi did not know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that there was a bit of heaviness or a bit of sadness hidden in his eyes. This was a completely different person from the MU Liufeng that Ling Chuxi was familiar with.
"All of you, retreat." Mu Liufeng said to the two of them.
It could be seen that the blow just now had caused him to be slightly injured. His face was pale, but his eyes were extremely determined.
Ling Chuxi had never been aware of mu Liufeng's true cultivation. It was only now that she knew that he was at least at the late stage of a Grandmaster. Otherwise, he would not have been able to block the power of the gold-robed priest's sword.
