C362 Battling a peak qi condensation cultivator

Wen Yuji did not say anything, she wanted to make use of this opportunity to teach this young man a lesson, to let him know that the dignity of the empress wasn't something that anyone could challenge.

The terrifying palm force that carried an endless destructive force smashed towards Zhao Fan's body. The biting cold astral wind raged, the might of Destruction was attached to the fist radiance