Who Was It?

In the Endless Forest, towering trees blocked the sun. The thousand-year-old vines were as strong as dragons, and, from time to time, roars could be heard from afar.

There was naturally not much sense of security to spend the night here. The six disciples of Ziyue Cave Heaven did not dare to sleep. However, Xiao Luo closed his eyes and rested, indifferent to the dangers that might approach them, with his back against a big tree.

After personally witnessing Xiao Luo kill more than 10 members of the Black Blood Mercenary Corps with a single slash, an expert at the peak of Martial Spirit Realm had no ability to resist in front of him. Zuo Xiangming and the others had already regarded Xiao Luo as a god in their hearts.

"Senior Brother, the aura on this guy Xiao Luo is clearly that of a martial master. Why is his strength so terrifying?"