Ao Qing's cultivation is evident to all.
A bona fide Fake Saint level; just one more breakthrough, and he can truly step into the Saint level and become a Mortal Saint.
On this Tiandu Mountain, who could be their match?
None.
When everyone saw that vibrant red figure rushing over, a bad premonition arose in their hearts.
"Xu Zhaopei?" Chen Daotian's eyes widened.
Chen Daotian wanted to warn her to retreat.
But it was already too late.
Ao Qing's palm strike was powerful, sending out a formidable handprint. The terror of the handprint had been tasted by all three of them... even at their Star Level cultivation, they couldn't withstand a Fake Saint's move. Even the Infinite Level Tianyin Clan Leader Jiang Hongxiu couldn't block it.
It seemed not wanting to witness such a bloody scene.
The people of Tiandu Mountain quickly closed their eyes.
Just then.
The handprint swiftly landed on Xu Zhaopei, and it was thought that this palm would be enough to turn her to ashes.
