At this moment, the Immortal Palace trembled, and the terrifying pressure reappeared in the world.

The power of the saint!

In an instant, everything in the world seemed to surrender to the ground. This kind of pressure was like the fall of thousands of mountains.

, even Qin Xuan’s body was trembling at this moment.

"Saint's pressure!?"

Qin Xuan smiled indifferently, and suddenly there was a terrifying light in his eyes.

Behind him, a line of white clothes emerged. He was hidden in the clouds and mist, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"A mere saint dares to oppress me!?"

In the clouds and mist, there seemed to be a vast voice from heaven, sweeping across the entire heaven and earth.

boom!

In the Immortal Palace, the saint's bones suddenly shook. The saint's bones sitting cross-legged on the ground fell forward at this moment, with his forehead and knee bones touching the ground.
Chapter completed!