"Not bad, not bad. Ant from the lower realm, you can suppress the sea Race by yourself. You do have the strength to defeat my spiritual body."
At this moment, an extremely arrogant voice was heard. On the tallest teahouse in the city stood a young man in battle armor with an abnormally powerful aura.
"Who are you ..." A human cultivator was about to scold him, but he felt his scalp go numb when he was glared at by the latter. It was as if a mountain was crushing down on him, and he didn't dare to continue.
"You're too noisy!" The young man's face darkened. He turned his hand and sent out a palm. A huge Golden Palm print appeared out of thin air and flew toward the crowd, carrying a powerful aura that could destroy the world.
The human cultivator's expression changed drastically, and a sense of fatal danger emerged in his heart. However, he didn't have time to Dodge and was directly turned into a pile of meat paste.
