As the words fell, his cultivation surged, breaking through the barrier of the Imperial Realm Second Layer in the blink of an eye.
The aura of Bodhisattva slowly faded, and the same aura manifested on Snow Eagle.
He let out a long breath and gently clenched his left fist: "This is the power of the Ancient Four Symbols. I should have had this strength long ago."
The last will of Bodhisattva laughed coldly: "Do you think Ye Jiuyou doesn't know what you're thinking? Ha... Hahaha... You're nothing but rotten meat she wants to cut away, watching the clown's performance with the flow..."
The voice gradually got smaller: "You'll die more miserably than me."
The voice vanished, and the dark mist dissipated.
Near the stone wall in the distance, Yue Hongling and others had been lurking and observing for a long time, precisely due to Zhao Changhe's reminder, chasing the sword qi embedded in Snow Eagle's body. Seeing this scene, they exchanged glances, their hearts slightly astonished.
