Finally.
Dan Taiyuan reached Lou Qianxue.
But he did not look at her. Instead, he swept a cold glance across the three people who looked pale and fearful. They couldn't wait to escape.
Dan Taiyuan's eyes could observe everything.
He raised his hand and his snow-colored sleeves slid back to reveal a long and powerful palm.
His finger moved a little.
Three cold, sharp, and bright rays shot at the three.
The crowd was stunned at the development.
The three opened their mouths to shriek, but as it had happened before, no sound came out of their mouths.
Their bodies melted and disappeared as their faces showed painful expressions.
Everyone in the crowd shivered in fear.
This man had killed four masters of the Mystic Martial realm one after the other as if they were ants!
Moreover, from the beginning till the end, the cold man who was as terrifying as the devil, remained expressionless, cold, and merciless!
