"Hiss~"
A group of Golden Armored God Generals, including Zhao Gongming and siblings Yun Xiao, all took a sharp intake of cold air in unison.
That Mo Yuan Demon God, deemed unapproachable in their eyes, was unexpectedly sent flying by a palm strike from this young Daoist of unknown origins; such a scene truly exceeded their comprehension.
At that moment, the young Daoist, who appeared enigmatic, suddenly swung his hand with might, clicking his tongue in wonder as he exclaimed, "This guy's skin is so thick; my hand hurts from the slap!"
"..."
The Golden Armored God Generals looked at each other in disbelief: (°Д°≡°Д°)(°Д°≡°Д°)
At this instant, there was a colossal "Holy shit" in everyone's heart that they dared not voice out loud.
Just then, a ferocious and malevolent aura surged into the sky from afar, sweeping towards them with lightning speed that didn't allow any time for cover.
In that moment, everyone except Yu Yuan felt a bone-chilling coldness.
