Boom!
A bolt of Kuang Lei flashed in front of the Qiankun Ancestor.
Almost in the next moment, the Qiankun Ancestor was about to be engulfed by the lightning.
But in the next instant.
The Kuang Lei disappeared without a trace.
Immediately, the Qiankun Ancestor's silhouette vanished.
'Boom—'
A deafening sound.
Accompanied by a huge tremor from the Dragon Gate Hall.
Zheng Shuang disappeared from where he was, his neck caught by Qiankun Ancestor's hand, pinned against the wall inside the Dragon Gate Hall, the wall behind already cracked like a spider web, and Zheng Shuang was bleeding from seven orifices, utterly forlorn, slumped there.
Qiankun Ancestor squeezed Zheng Shuang's neck with one hand, his expression calm, unhurriedly said, "A mere ant dares to be arrogant?"
"Cough cough..." Zheng Shuang coughed blood incessantly, his bleeding eyes revealing a look of horror.
He did not expect the old man who followed Ji Ziqing to be so formidable!
