"Messenger, lend me some strength, that of the Eight-Star Saint Emperor will do." Feng Wuchen transmitted his voice.
Upon hearing Feng Wuchen's transmission, the messenger instantly lent his strength to Feng Wuchen.
"What? Too scared to move?" Seeing Feng Wuchen motionless, the disdain on Xiayuqing's face intensified.
A mere Saint King Realm, Xiayuqing didn't even regard it, as he could kill with one palm.
"Boom!" Xiayuqing's fierce palm struck Feng Wuchen's chest without the slightest mercy.
"Hmph! Just by you... this... how is this possible?" As Xiayuqing's palm fell, his contemptuous sneer froze instantly, replaced by shock and disbelief.
In Xiayuqing's mind, countless images of Feng Wuchen's tragic death appeared, but none like the scene before him.
"What's going on? How can Feng Wuchen possibly withstand Xiayuqing's power?" A Saint Emperor expert exclaimed in shock.
