Before the Wuji Sect disciple could admit defeat, his head was beheaded by Mu Qingxue with one palm.

Red blood flowed all over the ground, and the scene was extremely miserable.

"Su Chen! Mu Qingxue!"

The veins on Situ Feng's forehead popped out, like a wild beast that wanted to choose someone to devour, standing in the rubble.

A violent aura came from his body, trying to destroy everything.

At this moment, his eyes were scarlet and he was almost losing his mind.

He slowly raised one hand and grabbed the monster bag on his waist.

Buzz…

The bag just opened a gap, and a terrifying coercion filled it, like an ancient demon king crossing over from the long river of time and descending here!

Even if it has only a hint of power, it can tear apart people's souls, making everyone present feel a terrible sense of suffocation, and can hardly breathe.

Some of the disciples who had just finished the competition did not disperse, and they all gathered around the competition platform.

When they felt the terrifying power, they immediately collapsed to the ground.

That kind of tremendous pressure is like a mountain, pressing on everyone's heart, making it impossible for them to bear it.

This was just the result of a crack opening in the monster bag on Situ Feng's waist.

If the monster inside is released directly, God knows what a terrible scene will happen!

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