As he spoke, Zhou Xuanmen suddenly noticed something, let out a sharp shout, and turned to glance in Xiao Mu's direction.
From his eyes, two black beams several meters long suddenly erupted, like brooms, sweeping directly toward the direction where Xiao Mu's spiritual consciousness was located.
Not good!
The feeling of danger surged up in Xiao Mu's heart as the black beams swept over. Xiao Mu instantly sensed the crisis. These beams, sharp and filled with death qi, would likely obliterate his spiritual consciousness if struck.
Silently cursing, without hesitation, Xiao Mu's spiritual consciousness soared into the sky. He darted upward, escaping Zhou Xuanmen's residence.
"It's you, that kid!"
Zhou Xuanmen suddenly saw clearly, the black beams in his eyes retracted, and he gently shook his head.
"Old Zhou, what's going on? Who was it?" Zun asked in astonishment.
