Boom...

Boom...

Accompanied by violent shaking and heavy footsteps.

Chu Xiu, who was wearing a black robe and fair skin, walked out step by step along the stairs.

Every time he took a step, the floor under his feet was cracked... His hair was crazy... The air around him couldn't bear the pressure of the Holy Body, and was trembling and distorting.

: "This...gudong~" A monk in the magical power realm swallowed hard, his eyes full of horror.

: "This is Saint Taisu...what a powerful aura."

: "There's something wrong with him."

: "Well, it seems that I can't control my violent power."

Under everyone's gaze, Chu Xiu walked up to the high platform, leaving behind a row of footprints of different shades...

That's a floor made of black iron...

You are as fragile as mud under his feet!!

All the monks were horrified and silent.

Cough lightly,

The scene suddenly became quiet.
Chapter completed!