ROAR!
After Ye Wushuang stomped his foot, the phantom White Tiger in the air collapsed with a boom, vanishing like a soap bubble!
The members of the Nan Family watched in utter terror!
Nan Rong had unleashed the White Tiger Slaying Palm, a Top-Grade Spirit-Level Combat Skill. Combined with his strength at the Spiritual Spring Second Layer, it was enough to rival someone at the Spiritual Spring Third Layer.
But.
At this moment, it was shattered by a single stomp. What kind of technique was this?
Even Nan Shan trembled. He already knew Ye Wushuang was strong, but only now did he realize he had still underestimated him.
As for Nan Rong, he was terrified beyond belief. He felt it the most keenly—the force of that stomp was like a mountain, completely suppressing his body.
BOOM!
Ye Wushuang stomped again, and Nan Rong immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. The mortal danger made him truly afraid.
"I'm sorry! I apologize! Please, spare me."
