_Cough-cough!_
The dust even blew into Third Guard and Ye Linyun’s faces. The two looked at each other and saw the shock in each other’s eyes.
The power of the six great prodigies was on the same level as cultivators of the ninth rank. At this moment, a smile appeared on Lord Guanjun’s face as he stared at the dust zone.
At the center of the dust wave, Bei Moi stood there with his feet sunk a centimeter into the ground, everything within sight destroyed.
Around him, there were a few pale-faced youths, Nan Gongfan and Yang Qingshan receiving internal injuries. On the other side, Feng Hanyue and Zhao Yufei had been slightly injured, too. There was only one exception. In the outer edges of the dust zone, there was one person standing there uninjured with a solemn expression.
_This guy’s strength is stronger than most cultivators of the ninth rank…_ , Zhao Feng stared at Bei Moi.
