"That's impossible!"
The masked man's eyes were wide open, filled with shock.
Why couldn't he break this shell with his full-power attack?
"What's so impossible about it?"
A sneer.
Tang Hao was already there. He raised his hand and struck.
The masked man suddenly woke up and hurriedly caught it.
Ah!
With a scream, he was sent flying backward. His palm was blasted open, and divine blood splattered everywhere.
"This guy ... Who the hell is he! He's clearly a seven-star cultivator, so how can his battle prowess be comparable to that of an eight-star cultivator?"
He was more and more shocked.
Under the mask, his face was twisted with fear.
Those who were strong enough to skip levels were all monsters.
This guy was not simple!
"Stop! If you kill me, aren't you afraid of revenge? No matter who you are, you can't afford to offend the Prince behind me. "
He shouted, trying to intimidate his opponent.