"How could this happen."
Master Hao Ming's face was devoid of color, eyes wide, staring at the two golden peaks descending, his murmurs faint like a mosquito.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
Shen Yi's expression was grave, his thin lips tightly pressed.
At that moment, he seemed to find an opportunity, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. Just when the black and thin monk's momentum was at its peak, he suddenly formed a sword gesture, and a white rainbow shot out from his fingertip.
Pfft—
The disciples of Xuantian Mountain charged like fierce tigers but crashed into the bluestone, their whole body shuddering abruptly.
He looked down in a daze at the gap in his body.
The fleeting sword had just pierced through his Fruit Position, and under the impact of the Vast Tribulation Power, the golden Fruit Position meticulously refined over years was instantly covered with cracks, visibly dimming.
