Silver Fox sat in the tiger-skin chair, combing his long hair, when he suddenly felt sunlight streaming in through the window and the ground trembling slightly.
In Tianmo Valley, Wang Ye was sitting cross-legged on a rock by the Tianmo Sea, forming seals with his hands in front of him.
He was surrounded by a layer of golden light, and a blazing sun slowly rose behind him.
"Foguang Chuxian Palm!"
Boom~
He suddenly struck out with his palm.
A gigantic handprint instantly rose from the ground, directly dispersing the dark clouds above his head.
Ming Yue hid in the pavilion, quickly covering her eyes with her jade-white hand.
She was so frightened that she was at a loss.
The power of the Foguang Chuxian Palm was indeed overwhelming.
Wang Ye gradually withdrew his palm, and the faint golden energy behind him slowly spread out, with the sun swirling behind him gradually disappearing.
The world once again plunged into darkness.
The stars in the sky seemed to twinkle faintly.
