"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the experimental site erupted with dazzling brilliance, as the immense saintly pressure burst out from those mysterious Great Dao runes, aggressively oppressing Li Qingming.
"Think you can subdue me with sheer momentum? The one thing I, Daoist Li, am least afraid of is an attack on momentum!" Li Qingming's body trembled violently as the Nine Revolutions Mystical Technique instantly revved up to its utmost limit.
Golden runes, fierce images of a giant panda, and the intense fluctuations of the Law of Force... Almost in an instant, they broke free from his body, confronting the residual might left by the Holy Master.
"What a formidable physique!" Prince Sangla's eyes gleamed green. He licked his dry lips and said: "Kill him, kill him! I want to extract his blood, dissect his body... Such a perfect, fierce, and strong body should not belong to a mere native! He must die!"
"Leo, did you hear that?" Svik glanced at Leo and spoke indifferently.
