Yin Weiyin's brows slashed coldly together; in her own Immortal Palace, this Prince of Annan actually still dared to spout such狂妄 words.
"How dare you!"
Yin Weiyin had already raised a hand, pressing down at Qin Qingluo through the air,
a surge of pressure several times stronger than before crashed down all at once, as if the gravity of the entire Immortal Palace had suddenly been dumped onto Qin Qingluo alone!
Crack, crack.
The delicate Warm Jade steps beneath Qin Qingluo's feet gave way in an instant, splitting open with fissures. Her feet sank several inches, and the Mystic Robe Python Robe was crushed tight to her body by the invisible force, outlining lines drawn taut to the extreme.
She let out a muffled groan, both arms that gripped the spear trembling violently, her bones creaking under the strain, as if they might snap at any moment. The shaft of the Purple Electric Gun bent into a terrifying arc.
