"Oh, so lively!"
Just as the atmosphere on the high stage plummeted to freezing, a gentle voice sounded, and four figures flew in from the distance.
Zhang Yubo frowned, turning his head full of anger. Hu Yiqiu's firmness left him in a dilemma. To act would risk provoking the person behind Hu Yiqiu; to not act would leave his fiery anger difficult to suppress. Someone speaking up at this moment gave him a channel to vent.
Buzz!
Before he could see who had arrived, a vast pressure of the Great Dao surged forth from Zhang Yubo, pressing viciously towards the newcomer.
"Presumptuous!"
A cold shout rang out.
Buzz!
Boom!
An overpowering pressure from the Great Dao clashed fiercely with Zhang Yubo's release, shattering it instantly and then suppressing him.
"Semi-Saint?!"
Zhang Yubo exclaimed in surprise, his eyes showing a hint of horror.
