Such a grand attack, yet didn't even scratch its surface, Xiao Jie suddenly felt overwhelmed.
But Wu Qingyue remained fearless.
"Watch the power of Old Wu!" Wu Qingyue roared furiously, muscles bulging around him, immortal power surging like a tide!
Immortal Law—Martial God Dharma Form!
Seeing Wu Qingyue surrounded by dazzling gold light, it gathered around him to form a towering golden phantom of a Martial God, hundreds of feet tall and as solid as reality.
Following Wu Qingyue's movements, the Martial God's phantom pushed out its colossal golden fist, like a mountain, towards the Jianmu! The rush of the fist caused the air to emit a sonic boom, and the golden fist gang crashed onto Jianmu solidly, creating a thunderous echo.
The earth trembled around, yet this punch, capable of leveling mountains, barely had any effect, only breaking some writhing black roots and dry bark on the surface and structures built upon the Jianmu, but was ineffective against the Jianmu's core.
