C4690 The Competition Was Stopped!

"Rumble!"

The extremely cold palm descended from the sky, shattering the space along the way, revealing the boundless void. This void was actually frozen, condensing into a thick layer of frost.

Ye Feng's pupils shrank. Wan Qintian's palm strike was extremely terrifying, giving him the feeling of facing a Rank Nine of the Qi Sect or even a half-step Martial Spirit