In the distance within the void, a young man with a pale face, clutching his chest, his eyes filled with endless horror, cut a sorry figure.
Blood gushed out from his fingers. The strike from Heaven Slaying had almost split him in half. Had he not run fast, he might have been cleaved into two by that sinister blade.
"What a pity... I didn't manage to kill him in one go!"
This young man was none other than the one who had been guarding the entrance to the heavenly road. He had never believed that Chu Mo would not show up this time for the heavenly road. Although he did not know why Chu Mo was absent, based on what he had learned about Chu Mo from various sources these days, he believed that Chu Mo was not the type to turn back at the first sign of hardship.
Although Chu Mo was his target, he had to admit that Chu Mo was a cultivator with a resolute temperament and quite persistent.
Even many young lords were far inferior to Chu Mo in terms of mental fortitude.
