When everyone around looked at Leng Qiang after he pointed his finger, and saw that there was no movement or change, they were stunned into a laugh.
They all naturally believed that this guy, who had been boasting here for so long, was indeed a real fraud.
However, no matter how sharp the tongue of this fraud was, in the end, it would still be defeated by reality, and ultimately, it would be defeated by facts.
Four breaths, five breaths, six breaths, seven breaths, eight breaths, when the time continued to the twentieth breath.
In front of Leng Qiang, and within that starry sky, there was still no change.
In the cold and silent star river, the river water was overflowing, the starry sky was deserted, and everything was presented in a state of dead ashes.
When such a scene appeared, those surrounding cultivators all snickered.
They felt a sense of shame for the time wasted here and believed that the person in front of them had only a sharp tongue, with no real strength at all.
