"Qin Dao?" Feng Li murmured.
Incredulous, she stared at that familiar figure.
His gaze, indifferent and icy, lacked any trace of warmth.
At this moment, even Qing Tian, looking into Su Yao's eyes, added a gravity for the first time.
"Feng Li, come witness His Majesty's fist!"
"If you can withstand one punch, what if I let you win?"
Su Yao chuckled lowly, her complexion pale, yet she radiated confidence and calm.
Her jade hands clasped forward, and the phantom in front of the woman also began to move.
Boom!
A golden Qi-Blood surged towards the sky, engulfing the moonlight and starlight, illuminating the vault of heaven.
In that instant, the creatures watching realized that the world had lost its color, leaving only a swath of golden light filling their vision.
The illusory figure leaned forward, and within thousands of miles, all tangible and intangible matter was ruthlessly forced away by the extreme power.
Even the falling moon began to slow down and hang suspended.
