After the great battle, Xuanhu Mountain returned to tranquility.
Ye Qingchen stood with his hands behind his back in the void. He observed that the disciples of the Daluo Sect, who had once prided themselves as the chosen ones, all bowed their heads deeply. The strength of this young man before them had far exceeded their imagination.
Even if they disliked him, they had to respect his power!
Three strikes!
Ye Qingchen, with just three moves, wiped out the Flame Flood Dragon, which almost obliterated them. Especially the final strike, it was awe-inspiring to the crowd, just like a divine hand descending!
Seeing everyone bow their heads.
Only then did Ye Qingchen cast his gaze upon the gradually calming magma below, raising his hand. With a 'boom', an enormous phantom figure flew out.
"What is that?"
Lu Yanwu stared attentively.
It was a massive stone, pitch black throughout, measuring several dozen feet in diameter.
