Then how terrifying is this Hua Xiaoyun!?

"puff!"

Su Jiuer spurted out a mouthful of blood. She covered her chest and her almond-shaped eyes were full of disbelief.

"Why is he so tyrannical? His cultivation level!"

"This guy's cultivation has reached the peak of the ninth level. With the Emperor's will and the power of the divine source, we are no match!" Rose's face was also pale, and the Falun behind him was flickering.

"Ling Tian, ​​when will you feel better?"

Di Jiuge looked at Ling Tian behind him, but the latter was like a dead tree, sitting there cross-legged, motionless.

"Haha, there's no need to struggle. Even if he recovers, the outcome will be the same."

"I, Hua Xiaoyun, stand between the sky and the sea. I am the master of this space. If I hadn't just come out of seclusion, I would already be in Lingxu now."

"With me here, the number one in this grand event belongs to the Celestial Clan."

"Give up your fantasies!"

The 30,000-foot phantom of the will of Hua Xiaoyun was carrying the scroll of the world of saints on his back. When he stepped out, the sky and sea shook wildly.

A giant palm formed from disillusioned white clouds suddenly appeared and struck at Di Jiuge and the others.

When the magical power comes into play, it seems to be just a thought.
Chapter completed!