Hum!
As Jun Muqing's voice fell, her palm suddenly reached out and pressed towards Mo Wangchen with a slow push.
The wild current surged. At this moment, Jun Muqing had pushed the Nine Curves Netherworld Palm to its extreme. The cold palm wind seemed to burst forth from the gates of Hell itself, striking directly at Mo Wangchen.
"How powerful!"
Mo Wangchen's facial expression changed dramatically. Right now, with Jun Muqing using the Nine Curves Netherworld Palm, he had no doubt that even if he used the Xuanlong Palm, he probably couldn't resist even a bit.
"Hmph!"
However, at that moment, a cold snort echoed in the hall. The next moment, a figure clad in rich brocade appeared in front of Mo Wangchen.
That man's powerful aura burst forth, and the next moment, he pressed a palm fiercely towards Jun Muqing's palm.
Boom!
Energy exploded, and waves of air swept through. Under the man's palm, Jun Muqing's body was suddenly blown away.
"Wan Xingsheng?!"
