Upon hearing Ye Guichen's words, Hua Qing spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, glaring venomously at Ye Guichen.
Hua Qing cursed Ye Guichen a thousand times in his heart now, never expecting his painstakingly condensed power of thunder to become a wedding gift for this kid.
In the end, he even had to endure the power increase smashing onto himself, feeling suffocated just thinking about it.
Ye Guichen clearly didn't expect his punch wouldn't kill Hua Qing on the spot.
Bear in mind that his strike had reached the power of two dragons, which would be formidable even for an average True Immortal Realm's defense.
He couldn't believe Hua Qing could still stand unharmed in front of him, filling Ye Guichen with curiosity.
"Kid, if you wish for death, I'll let you endure the agony of refining."
Hua Qing looked viciously at Ye Guichen, pulling a copper mirror from his chest.
The copper mirror was faintly stained with blood, with an ominous dark aura all over it.
"Yin Yang Mirror!"
