The power of self-destruction shook the heavens and earth.
The sky once again displayed golden tribulation clouds, with two icy auras descending from above, locking onto Xiao Qiang.
After a good while, the aura slowly dissipated.
Xiao Qiang furrowed his brow, his body in agony, shaking uncontrollably as blood kept flowing out, staining the ground red.
That divine sense just now was clearly of the golden core realm. In Huaxia, who else could brazenly use such golden core realm divine sense, if not those so-called Sky Patrol War Generals?
His guess was not wrong. High above the ninth heaven, a tall man looked at his colleague, his voice hoarse as he said, "Senior Brother Liu, that person is clearly just a Qi Foundation cultivation practitioner, unworthy of going to the Vermilion Bird Star. Why bother yourself with him?"
