A golden thread pierced through heaven and earth.
Three golden-bodied Earth Puppets stood in front of Wu Qiong at the same time, reaching out their palms to try to block, but they did not even manage to delay for an instant...
The Flying Sword pierced through the chests of the three Living Corpse Puppets, swept out from their backs, and crashed into Wu Qiong's forehead.
Jiageng fell completely silent.
That blood-colored Grotto Heaven, suspended above the Cloud Ship, like a shattered mirror, began to crack after a brief delay, and then more and more cracks appeared, increasingly dense.
The same happened to Wu Qiong's forehead.
This young genius, who had retreated to the mountains of the Southern Border to cultivate in hardship for over a decade, watched this scene in disbelief.
His gaze was filled with confusion.
After the three Earth Puppets fell, the black-clothed figure standing on the high stern suddenly became blurry, and a sharp pain came from his forehead...
