Outside, the Twelfth Realm cultivator from the Chaos Divine Race kept trying to break through Su Qing's Space.
But he was still getting nowhere.
He roared in fury, "Boy, open this Space and release the Celestial Book Saint at once!"
"Otherwise, the Chaos Divine Race will hunt you down and kill you."
A strange light appeared in his hand as he slammed a fist into the spatial barrier Su Qing had constructed.
The Space cracked slightly, but it recovered in an instant.
This old man was quite capable; at the very least, his punch had managed to breach the Space Su Qing had constructed.
One had to remember that Su Qing possessed the Returning to the Source Immortal Body. His comprehension of Space was countless times stronger than that of an ordinary Twelfth Realm cultivator.
Logically speaking, his Spatial Power should be unshakable among those in the same realm.
Yet this old man had managed to shake his Space.
'He's got some tricks.'
'Bloodlines are a strange thing.'
