At the execution ground.
The voice of Shen Feng echoed slowly through the air.
Whether they were the scattered slave cultivators or the disciples of the Blood Soul Demon Sect, none dared to even breathe heavily, their hearts pounding as they gazed at the elegant figure of Shen Feng floating in the sky.
With the cultivation of the Nascent Variation Peak, to dispatch ten cultivators at the Sea Transformation Stage so casually—what monstrous strength that must be! Even the geniuses from the Great Sects of the Lower Realm would definitely not be capable of such a feat at the peak of their Soul Swallowing Stage.
Du Mo's body was rigid, his facial muscles twitching non-stop. Even with his combat power, he could not instantly kill ten Sea Transformation Stage cultivators. He knew he was definitely no match for this youngster. Logically, someone with such combat power should have been famous in the Lower Realm by now, yet he had never heard of such a person.
