C1875 Mu Chengxue

"Crack..."

Amidst the ear-piercing sound of friction, Mu Chengxue slowly drew her saber and looked at Ye Xu, who was frozen, expressionlessly.

At this time, the Martial Holy Ancestor flew over. There was still a lingering fear in his eyes.

"Hmph, Ye Xu, you really don't know what death is. You are delusional to think that you can use your mortal strength to fight against the God Stage