In the boundless void, in all directions,
lingered turbulent qi mechanisms.
At that moment, Qin Zheng slowly withdrew his hands.
In the Inner Heaven and Earth, the swaying Tree of Dao also gradually subsided.
Across from him, a handsome young man slowly lowered his head, looking at the hole in his own chest.
After more than a hundred thousand years, a member of the human race capable of defeating him had once again appeared.
Xu Fusheng smiled in relief.
Then he raised his head, his gaze met Qin Zheng's, and he said, "Your talent, compared to that of the Wu surname, also seems nearly similar."
"Next, good luck to you!"
Qin Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly.
In this battle, he had used the Primordial Nine Seals and even a leaf from the Tree of Dao to finally bring down his opponent!
Even so, the meaning of the other's words was still that he was somewhat inferior to Wu Qingping!
Just how powerful was the Peerless Immortal Sword?
Ideas surged in Qin Zheng's mind.
