He flicked his sleeve.
Cheng Tianxue stowed the Netherworld Holy Tree into the Shennong Ring.
Afterward.
Zhang Xiaohao carefully searched the palace again, and after confirming there were no treasures, he finally left.
Standing on the ground.
Zhang Xiaohao anchored his energy in his Dantian and repeatedly executed the Sky Flipping Seal.
Boom, boom, boom...
Sounds of collapsing tunnels resounded, and in just a moment, the underground palace was demolished.
A breeze blew by.
Zhang Xiaohao had already vanished from sight.
Night fell, the moon and stars shone brightly, and brilliant moonlight cascaded from the starry sky.
Outside the vast mountains.
On a secluded highway, a young figure moved swiftly as if flying, each step landing tens of meters away.
If an ordinary person saw this scene, they would be utterly terrified.
Suddenly.
Ahead on the highway, the sound of an urgent car roar emerged.
