Killing the Red Dust War Ghost Pass, Breaking the Sacred Mountain with a Divine Fist (3)

"Xu Gusheng hasn't made any moves yet, so his strength is still unknown."

This sort of form was the typical temperament of a descendant of a big faction. Were all the people surnamed Xu in the Eastern Region so powerful?

Xi thought of the Seven Sword Deity Xu Xiaoshou and wanted to dig out more detailed information about him.

At this moment...

"Boom!"

Xi's heart skipped a beat and his pupils constricted as he abruptly stood up.

He looked around and found that everyone there were equally startled as they clutched their chests in fright.

The rest of the people in the teahouse fell to the ground, and hundreds of people on the long street went limp in an instant.

At the same time, everyone's strength was inexplicably sucked dry!

"What sort of spiritual technique is this?" Xi was shocked.

He clearly did not sense any fluctuations from any Saint Martial Arts spiritual technique at the surroundings, not even a trace.