C848 There are saints before the eastern emperor's bell

In the void, silence reigned.

Everyone's bodies tensed up, their gazes all falling on Ji Xuan's body, their eyes filled with madness.

Would he be able to withstand this palm strike?

The five-colored palm imprint penetrated through the air as an incomparably resplendent radiance blossomed from the palm imprint. As it enveloped the region, everything turned into a sea of fire