"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
On the practice field of Colorful Cloud Peak, the rumbling sound was deafening, the ground trembled, like a Celestial Being beating drums.
Only Luo Xiu was seen grabbing Shui Yuejing's white silk ankle with one hand, his tiger-like body slightly lowered, his feet rooted to the spot, steady like an old dog!
Everyone present was silent as cicadas in winter, not a single crow or sparrow to be heard.
The disciples of Sword Language Immortal Sect looked at Luo Xiu with admiration.
Suddenly, a disciple exclaimed, "Our Great Elder is too fierce!"
"Why can the Great Elder so easily crush the opponent despite both being Venerable Ones?"
"Heh, you don't understand, do you? Even in the same realm, overall strength matters, so there are differences."
"Tsk tsk tsk, that Second Elder of Yao Palace is too pitiful, being utterly crushed by our Great Elder."
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