Twisting a cycle, the Linglong Hammer in her hand suddenly smashed into the ground. In an instant, the violent wind gathered its strength and sent several people flying.
In less than a moment, those dozen people were defeated by Little Linglong one by one.
"No… impossible." At this moment, Cheng Feng's face was pale and he finally revealed a trace of fear. He never thought that a five-year-old girl would have such astonishing strength. The hand holding the saber began to tremble as he looked at the harmless Linglong in front of him in disbelief.
Boom…
At this moment, outside Mount Yun Ding.
A white light flashed and more than ten miserable figures were sent flying. They were the disciples of the Supreme Hall. They had been eliminated before they even started climbing the mountain.
Gu Jianxuan was furious. He looked at his disciples and grand disciples who were in a sorry state and cursed, "Trash, all of you are trash."
