Zhaang Ye's expression didn't change in the slightest. He abruptly chopped a palm upward.
BOOM!
His palm struck the golden flower, which instantly exploded, releasing an incredibly dense metallic aura that spread out abruptly. Under the influence of this aura, the ground for dozens of yards around turned cold and hard, as if it were a massive slab of metal.
After shattering the golden flower Galaxy had manifested, Zhaang Ye stomped his foot lightly. An invisible force surged directly toward the Grass Slave, the Wood Slave, and the Vine Slave.
By now, killing intent had risen in Zhaang Ye's heart. He planned to kill all four Medicine Slaves in one fell swoop and restore peace to Rising Sun Peak. Of course, this act was also a warning to Galaxy—a show of force.
"How dare you!"
