Under everyone's horrified gaze.
Mu Yun didn't make any moves, he just stood quietly in place.
But that formidable red inner strength pillar seemed to encounter an invisible wall of air, unable to advance even an inch.
Then, Mu Yun raised his left hand, making a gentle flicking motion.
The next moment, the inner strength pillar completely reflected back, crashing straight into Zhang Laoxi.
It caused him to spit blood as he flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a moment.
Mu Yun's expression remained indifferent, as if he had squashed an ant, without a trace of fluctuation in his gaze.
Seeing Mu Yun's gaze cast over again, everyone felt a chilling fear in their hearts.
"Damn it, let's fight him!"
This time, a full five people rushed up together.
Among them was the 'Lingnan Sword Fanatic,' holding a rapier in each hand, who had defeated several first-class masters in under ten moves;
