"How is this possible, your strength!"
Ye Xingyun roared.
Feeling the momentum of Jun Xiaoyao, his scalp felt like it was about to explode!
Terrifying!
Shocking!
Incredible!
How could this possibly be called mediocre?
Ye Xingyun inwardly felt like cursing.
Not just him, but the surrounding guests also seemed petrified.
The way the Jun Family's Divine Son used the term 'mediocre' was truly spirited.
Ye Xingyun's heart shook violently, but after all, as a pride of the Desolate Ancient Ye Clan, his psychological resilience wasn't lacking and he immediately responded.
"Star-Plucking Hand!"
Ye Xingyun went all out, directly using his most formidable technique.
Initially, he wanted to test the waters, but it was no longer necessary.
Ye Xingyun reached out, and the surging power of the stars condensed into a giant radiant hand, its starlight brilliant as if imprinted with the trajectory of the stars.