"Just improved my cultivation, and a practice hand comes knocking at the door!"
Ye Haochuan's lips curled into a smile as he pointed upwards with two fingers of his right hand. The Divine Concealment Sword transformed into a golden beam and soared out swiftly.
Clang~
The towering mountain was instantly pierced and shattered.
The residual force spread, stirring up a flurry of sand and dust that filled the sky.
The fat Deacon was shocked in his heart and didn't have time to react before he saw the Divine Concealment Sword quietly suspended before him, like a poised venomous snake, watchful and ready.
"Clearly just a True Immortal ant, how can he be so strong?"
The fat Deacon's back chilled, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
The surrounding crowd was also astounded; this fat Deacon was already a Void God Cultivator, yet couldn't last a single round against Ye Haochuan. This was truly unbelievable!
Is this really a True Immortal Cultivator?
