The Immortal King's power was gripping like a prison and vast as the ocean. When he tore up the space to come to Nine Regions, the entire continent trembled. And when he came down to Spirit Sword Mountain with one hand, it was enough to crush this Immortal mountain that had been passed down for thousands of years, together with everyone on it.
Therefore, the white shadow that suddenly appeared under the giant palm seemed so thin and fragile, as if the after waves of the giant palm could break her to pieces. Thus, when Wang Wu lifted up the bamboo sword and unyieldingly pointed it straight to the sky like the Spirit Sword Mountain, all those who paid attention to this scene sincerely exclaimed.
"Wang Wu, what are you doing?"
"Wang Wu, are you crazy?"
