There was no need for them to say more, Ke Yuanhua had already roared and flew to slapped Gu Fenghua with a palm.

The first time in his life he was so humiliated, he naturally would not be merciless when he took action.

A palm shadow shot out into the air and instantly turned into thousands of ways, layer by layer like dark clouds surging. The already deep night color seemed even more depressing and dull. The air around seemed to completely solidify at this moment, like invisible mountains, squeezed from all directions. In the face of this huge pressure, not only was it difficult to breathe, but the holy energy flowing in the body suddenly stagnated.

Four golden holy beads also appeared between Ke Yuanhua's eyebrows, which looked particularly dazzling in the dark night.

The fourth grade of Emperor Saint! No wonder Zhan Xin Sect has the momentum of its current momentum, and it is really not a fame. Gu Fenghua sighed secretly.

Although Ke Yuanhua's cultivation level of the fourth-level Emperor Saint is far inferior to Teng Hongtu, his palm is unique, and its power is far greater than that of the fourth-level Emperor Saint. Even the ordinary powerful person of the fifth-level Emperor Saint is afraid that he will not easily take over his palm. And don't forget that he is just the fifth elder of the Zhanxin Sect. In addition to Teng Hongtu, there are three other elders, and his strength is definitely not weak compared to him.

With the five elders like this, and the sect leader, as long as you don’t offend the Eighteen Kings envoys and the three sage kings, the entire Wuji Holy Heaven and the others will probably be able to leave sideways. No wonder they act so arrogantly and unscrupulously.

Ke Yuanhua was obviously very satisfied with his palm, and looked down at Gu Fenghua condescendingly, his face pounding, and a ferocious and cold smile appeared.

He made up his mind that this palm would blow Gu Fenghua to death and would never give her any chance to survive. Only in this way can he vent his anger.

Unfortunately, he thought too much.

If it were before, Gu Fenghua would have been really hard to deal with when facing Ke Yuanhua's shocking palm, but now that she has the cultivation level of the seventh grade of the Emperor Saint, how could she take a mere fourth grade of the Emperor Saint seriously? Even if his real combat power surpasses his cultivation level and reaches the fifth grade of the Emperor Saint, it is no exception.

Too lazy to draw the sword, Gu Fenghua moved his body and threw it out with his palm.

This palm is so ordinary and so calm, it is like driving away a fly that is buzzing and clamoring.

Seeing her like this, Zhu Sifang was so anxious that he wanted to jump. Is this time to pretend? Your opponent is Ke Yuanhua, Ke Yuanhua, one of the five elders of Zhan Xin Sect. It’s not Pu Jiaojiao who you want to pinch, you are clearly looking for death!

Although Gu Fenghua said that he didn't need to intervene, he could not watch her die tragically, and it was such a stupid way to die. Zhu Sifang did not dare to delay, so he jumped up and wanted to stand in front of Gu Fenghua.

However, as soon as he flew up, his eyes suddenly widened and forced himself to sit in the air. His palms also stopped like petrified.

Gu Fenghua's delicate and white palm directly passed through the layers of palm shadows that were surging like dark clouds, and then threw them on Ke Yuanhua's face without any obstacle.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, Ke Yuanhua's body flew out like an arrow.
Chapter completed!