In just a few exchanges of words, the two had arranged everything as if everything was securely in their grasp.
"Since you've come to deliver yourself, Ye Qingfeng, who can save you today?"
In the void, Wan Potian's voice sounded cold and sharp, as he extended an arm and the thick spiritual power surged furiously, roiling within him.
The violent spiritual power slowly condensed in Wan Potian's palm, spinning wildly, surrounded by sword light that seemed capable of slicing through the void.
In an instant, these spiritual powers condensed into a small tornado, held in Wan Potian's palm, only the size of a basketball.
But no one dared to underestimate this spiritual-power-formed small tornado, for the violent spiritual power within was enough to grind steel to dust.
"Yuan Laodao, weren't you intending to stand up for this youth? Now, you can make your move!" Gu Qingchuan sneered with a cold smile, mocking aloud.
