As soon as Gu Chen appeared, he felt a sharp pain in his flesh, as wave after wave of terrifying murderous intent locked onto him. Even though Gu Chen had cultivated an indestructible golden body, he still felt a bone-chilling coldness, and his spine turned icy.
Now, with Gu Chen's strength, apart from martial arts grandmasters, no one else could induce such a strong sense of crisis in him.
The Da Guangming Sect, the Qiu family, and the White Tiger Clan, as well as that old Taoist from Xuantian Sect, four grandmasters gazed icily, radiating bone-piercing coldness, their stares fixed unwaveringly on Gu Chen.
"Gu Chen, you killed my disciple. Today, I'll make sure that you have nowhere to bury your corpse!"
The brawny man from the White Tiger Clan let out a raging roar, like a white tiger's mountain-shaking cry, with a thunderous boom echoing throughout the void.