The dark clouds that filled the sky finally began to disperse slowly, and the azure sky above was still dominated by the blazing sun.
At this moment, Xuanhu had lost the handsome and dashing appearance he once had. He fell from mid-air, his body emitting green smoke, nearly roasted to a crisp.
Inside the Three Pure Ones Hall, all was silent. The Three Pure Ones, Netherworld River, and Zhen Yuanzi looked at each other, none believing the scene in the Water Mirror.
"What exactly is going on here?" Tongtian asked, gazing at Primordial in astonishment, hoping he could offer an explanation to All Saints.
Primordial Venerable helplessly waved his hand and said bitterly, "Don't look at me, I had no idea Qingmingzi possessed such abilities! To beat an old monster remaining from the Chaos God Demon era into such a breathless state..."
Laozi and Tongtian were dumbfounded, they had just been worrying about Li Qingming's life. But what about now? The man hadn't suffered a single scratch!
