In the space, the light of the great path shone. Arisaema's eyes were like cold pools as he stared at the huge face in the sky. His white hair danced wildly and his clothes fluttered. The power of an immortal venerable was released without reservation. He raised his palm and slammed it upwards. The power of an immortal venerable was like a river that had broken its dam, sweeping up the sky and earth.
The might of an immortal reverent was earth-shattering and terrifying, filling the vast space.
"Boy, this day next year will be your death anniversary!"
Arisaema's voice was filled with killing intent.
"You don't know what's good for you." In the sky, Shen Changge's huge mouth opened and spat out a cold and contemptuous voice. Then, he opened his mouth and took a light breath. As if he was breathing, he swallowed the huge palm print that covered the sky into his mouth and dissolved its attack.
"This ... How is that possible?"
