Even if we searched the entire Martial World of Yuning Mountain, could we find another transcendent powerhouse of such unparalleled skill like this in Lingjing City?
"Perhaps, calling this person a 'supreme powerhouse' is insufficient. This is a giant!"
Zeng Xiong murmured to himself, his limbs stiffened by the cold, his face as pale as paper, standing at the pinnacle, truly overlooking all mountains. He even began to doubt whether the Dao Sect could stop him when the time came?
A mere palm imprint, and it flattens the Fiery Fire Sect—this...
If it weren't right in front of their eyes, if it weren't witnessed by thousands present, who would dare believe this?
Chen Yan casually placed a hand on her back, the golden Dharma Body gradually dissipating, casually grasped the blade's handle, lifting and lowering it with indifference, casting a glance at the sky.
The Bright Moon, shrouded by flying ash, once again showered its brilliance.
