In the palace, after hearing the clear words that Mu Chen spoke to him, some gloom flashed across Lord Blood Hawk's already frighteningly penetrating look. His finger tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair.
Although he did not speak, an invisible pressure spread across the place. It was like a hungry eagle's preying, fierce and fatal.
Mu Chen could definitely not contest with a grade five sovereign master at the moment, but he only frowned gently, his expression remaining calm. At that time, he even endured the pressure from Luo Tianshen, and there was clearly a tremendous difference between Lord Blood Hawk and Luo Tianshen.
"Humph."
Just as the pressure spread, Nine Nether gave a cold humph. The pressure around Mu Chen dissipated instantly.
