"Young master..." Jin Shanshun's eyes turned blood-red as he leaped into the air.
Jin'er, Mu'er, and Tu'er were sobbing, unwilling to witness the scene.
"It's over..." Tang Heshan's shoulders shook. With Ye Qiu's death, all of them who had attacked the three ancient clans would share the same fate of death.
The entire Yue and Mo clans remained silent. Ji Batian wielded power through the ages, unmatched by anyone. Any intervention here couldn't change the outcome.
A punch from the Void-breaking Realm could easily smash heads, and Ye Qiu, this prodigy surpassing ordinary people in the ancient land, was about to fall.
The entire venue was silent, everyone was watching the final outcome.
Just as Ji Batian's punch was about to land on Ye Qiu's head, a tiny hand blocked it.
This fair and translucent little hand, though small, astonishingly blocked Ji Batian, the strongest in the ancient land.
