Xiang Dingtian flew high into the air, raising the Treasure Mace in his hand.
"Moving Mountains!"
The next moment, the phantom of a mountain suddenly appeared above his head. The phantom quickly solidified, transforming into a real mountain floating in mid-air.
Yang Jing's shoulders sagged, and his feet slammed into the ground. The Power of Ten Thousand Juns was truly pressing down on him.
If he hadn't succeeded in his Body Refinement, he would have been crushed into a pulp by the force.
Xiang Dingtian revealed a savage grin:
"You're the first person to force me to use this Authority. I'll move a mountain on top of you and see how you use Thunder Escape then!"
As he spoke, he waved the Treasure Mace in his hand, and the mountain behind him began to press down on Yang Jing at a speed that seemed slow but was actually incredibly fast.
Yang Jing circulated his Gang Qi to resist the terrifying might, which felt like Mount Tai was crashing down on him.
