The power of a Level Four Martial Spirit was immense.
The kick sent fragments of the exploding door flying like a swarm of daggers, instantly engulfing the entire room and leaving it in a total mess.
Many of the fragments even shot toward Chu Qingyun, but they were all shattered by the Primordial Power surging from his body.
Faced with this, Chu Qingyun's expression turned cold.
But the Level Four Martial Spirit, still clueless about the danger he was in, sneered, "Brat, you dare refuse an invitation from Princess Qingyou? You must have a death wish. I'll teach you a lesson and make you understand the difference between high and low!"
"Die!"
The man roared, Primordial Power surging in his palm. A strange light glowed on his arm, a clear sign he was using a Secret Technique as he reached to grab Chu Qingyun.
Judging by his posture, he intended to subdue Chu Qingyun in a single move!
Chu Qingyun's eyes went cold, and a smirk appeared on his face.
