Rumble!
The heavens and earth were destroyed, and the sun and moon wailed. Under the assault of the nine, a ten-thousand-meter peak was instantly leveled to the ground, turning into sand and dispersing in the wind.
Puh puh puh...
Golden light filled the air, blocking everyone's sight. In the moment when the young talents were slightly stunned, eight embarrassed figures flew out from the golden light, their speed reaching the extreme.
"It's the Eight Supremes!!"
A young talent from the Great Freedom Palace exclaimed, eyes full of disbelief. For Chu Ming to force the retreat of eight supreme talents with one move, did it mean he won this battle? Could he now suppress the younger generation with his combat prowess?
"We must hold on, he can't maintain this state for too long!"
Ling Yun covered his chest, calming the boiling blood, and shouted to the other seven supremes, his voice thundering and spreading far.
