Mo Yu didn't take Xue Qinan seriously at all.
To him, a mere Saint who had just broken through was nothing more than an ant, easily crushed to death.
Therefore, faced with her obstruction, Mo Yu's movements did not slow down at all. His palm directly descended, shrouding the martial artists not far away with the black light full of killing intent!
In an instant, hundreds and thousands of black feathers, like floodwaters bursting from a dam, transformed into a pitch-black torrent, directly smashing Xue Qinan's protective true force and sending her flying backward.
The over three thousand martial artists scattered and fled, but faced with this pitch-black torrent filled with killing intent, they were too slow to escape, utterly unable to survive!
"Ah! Ahhh!!"
"No! No, no, no! Don't!"
"Someone save us, who can save us! Ahhh!"
"Mr. Xuantian, where are you, where are you?"
"When Mr. Xuantian returns, he will avenge us!"
