"Trying to escape?"
The Qiankun Ancestor chuckled softly and flicked his finger.
Whoosh————
A mysterious light flew from the Qiankun Ancestor's fingertip, penetrating through the back of Weng Tianyao's head and shooting out from his forehead.
In a single strike, he instantaneously eliminated the pillar of the Xuantian Ancient Country.
No mercy whatsoever.
And the remaining soldiers, upon seeing Weng Tianyao's death, were like a leaderless dragon, falling into chaos.
They never expected their commander to be so vulnerable.
The powerful figures from the surrounding overlords witnessed the scene and were as silent as cicadas in winter.
The might of the Qiankun Ancestor was beyond everyone's imagination.
"Just what is this Ye Xuan's background? Previously he had the Fist Venerate Ao Rulong by his side, and now there's another terrifyingly powerful figure appearing. Could he be the Saint Heir of some reclusive Sacred Land?"
