C220 The King of Dao Descended!

As Gui Wangmu's eyes caught the glint of the incoming sword, he braced himself for the worst. He had never before witnessed such a keen edge, its chill reminiscent of the deepest Netherworld frost, sending an involuntary shiver through his soul.

Boom!

The air erupted with a thunderous blast, sending shockwaves in every direction. Disciples of the Ghost God Sect scattered in terror