Boom!
In a burst of colossal noise,
Xiao Yi's palm shattered the head of the Nantian Holy Land powerhouse, and amid the thunderous explosion, blood splattered everywhere, with brain matter streaking across. Some even splashed onto the faces of the surrounding powerhouses, with two chunks landing directly on Yang Dingtian's body.
Hiss!
Around them, silence reigned.
At this moment, Xiao Yi was like a god, like a demon!
Fearless!
His cold gaze was like a blade, deterring anyone from meeting his eyes. Xiao Yi's pupils contracted, emitting a sharp light as he looked straight at Yang Dingtian and Elder Tianku without a trace of fear.
He had stepped into the Longevity Secret Realm with all his attributes.
The Wind Thunder Holy Body reached its eighth transformation, condensing the power to regenerate flesh and blood.
Moreover, he was unprecedentedly cultivating three paths at once!
This Xiao Yi...
