A powerful kick descended from the sky, as if it could shatter the heavens with a single strike.
The air in front of Jiang Huan was sliced neatly into two parts by the kick, one on the left and one on the right, divided from the center.
Whoosh!
The whirlwind generated, bursting into strings of explosive sound.
Ye Qiu was underneath the kick, locked in place by the power of the heavens, unable to evade.
Despite facing such an attack, Ye Qiu advanced instead of retreating, his eyes flashing with brilliance, he rushed forward to meet the kick.
"Overestimating himself." Someone sneered coldly.
"A firefly dares to compete with the bright moon." Someone scoffed.
In the eyes of some, Ye Qiu's actions were nothing but foolish struggle, a Supreme Saint trying to survive against heavenly power was pure wishful thinking.
Boom.
The kick collided with Ye Qiu.
Jiang Huan's expression remained unchanged, with a continuous cold smile on his face.
