"Hahaha, it seems that even the heavens can't stand it anymore!"
Qin Bashen laughed wantonly, but his laughter was filled with hatred.
The expressions of the Mahayana cultivators changed, but they were not afraid. They had lived for thousands of years and had experienced all sorts of storms. How could they let Qin Bashen go?
The white-robed elder was the first to attack. He took out a flying sword from his sleeve, intent on beheading Qin Bashen.
Boom—
A bolt of lightning descended from the sky and shattered the flying sword. Following that, it shattered all the restrictions on Qin Bashen's body, causing the talismans to turn into dust.
Qin Bashen was stunned. The Mahayana cultivators were stunned. The palace was the same.
A cold female voice resounded through the world.
"Mere mortals dare to humiliate our Han family's bloodline? Believe it or not, even immortals won't dare to stop me from destroying this mortal world!"
