"How is this possible?"
Outside Holy Spirit Mountain, countless Celestial Immortals let out a wild cry.
The might of a single palm was actually this terrifying; Eight-faced Buddha had used every method he possessed, yet not only had he failed to block Ye Qingchen's palm, he was blasted back hundreds of zhang, and both his arms were completely shattered!
Many Western Wilderness Demon Cultivators' faces involuntarily sank.
Was the strength of the Celestial South Fierce God truly this fearsome? Could it be that even Eight-faced Buddha, who hailed from one of the Twelve Demon Sects, was not his match? If even Eight-faced Buddha were to lose, wouldn't they, these Demon Cultivators, really have to slink back in disgrace to the Western Wilderness?
The Cultivators of Southern Heaven, on the other hand, could not help but shout in excitement.
