MTL - World of Cultivation - ~ Section 857 Conflict

... right light, and nothing could be heard in the ear. Time seemed to stop at this moment. They open their mouths, faceless, and their brains are blank. When the waves rush to them, they are like a whip, and the whole person throws them into the sky.

The overflowing air waves are like wild animals, unstoppable.

Silent, dead silence.

In the sky, Qing Xiao looks as usual, condescending, and looking down at the gaze is not a little bit proud, he is like doing a normal thing. This ...