The Saint Heir of the Mother Mountain was furious!
His whole body emanated a chilling aura as he moved his arms, directly launching a boundless landscape. The surging river rolled up within the formation, and towering peaks rose abruptly from the ground, collapsing one after another, turning into a flood.
This imposing presence had a weight capable of crushing the starry sky, making one tremble with fear.
Ye Qiu's eyes flickered repeatedly; as expected, the Saint Heir of the Mother Mountain was different from ordinary martial artists. As soon as he acted, it was with a vicious move aimed directly at taking lives.
Ye Qiu leaped into the air, grabbing toward the sky with five fingers, transforming the area ahead into a massive ice palm, intending to seize the Saint Heir of the Mother Mountain.
The Saint Heir of the Mother Mountain sneered disdainfully, turned his body, and his attack directly rolled forward.
Boom!
