"Daoyuan!!!"
With one sword swing, Chen Mobai decapitated the Foundation Establishment cultivator from Mountain Shaker Peak before him, and heard a sorrow-filled shout not far off.
He lifted his gaze, seeing a somewhat short but muscular man, in a yellow robe with a big beard, manifesting disbelief.
As their eyes met, Chen Mobai clearly saw the boundless rage and a slight regret in the other's eyes.
"Did I just kill his son?"
This thought quickly flashed through Chen Mobai's mind as he reached out with his Flying Sword to collect the storage bag from the waist of the headless body in front of him.
Meanwhile, the big-bearded cultivator waved both hands, letting out a pressure like a collapsing mountain and bursting sea. It was like shocking waves, one after another. While suppressing the Foundation Establishment cultivators of the four major families who were fighting him, he still had the power to spare and smashed a palm towards Chen Mobai's direction.
