The little girl known as Cheng Dabao's face turned pale and then red. Then, BANG! The bronze mirror in her hand solidly smacked the back of Ye Qingqing's head. Immediately after, the sound of explosions filled the air.
Under the terrifying Gang Wind, entire mountains crumbled into dust, turning what was once a valley into a flat plain.
Blown away by the Gang Wind, Ning Xuan was dumbstruck. Holy moly! Where did this incredible master and disciple pop up from?! The disciple even dares to hit her master! And what kind of power is this?! It's absurdly strong!
That's right. This place must be just like the Tianyang Realm, a product of my own imagination. Their strength is fake! Drawing on his previous experience, Ning Xuan quickly found an explanation and felt greatly relieved.
On the other side, Ye Qingqing was freaking out. "Cheng Dabao, my hairstyle!! AAAAAHH!!!"
