Cao Qianqiu broke the restrictions of this place, intending to kill the young genius before him.
The Heavenly Demon Mirror immediately reacted, as if a blazing sun exploded, blinding golden radiance shot downward with a roar.
Cao Qianqiu seemed to be shuttling through time and space, avoiding this heaven-sent punishment-like strike.
In this mountainous area, sheets of rock were torn like paper, turned into fragments, scattering all over.
Cao Qianqiu's silver hair danced, the Pure Yang Feather Robe rustled loudly, killing intent arose from his heart, and his power was rapidly surging.
His gaze was like divine flame, intimidating and soul-stirring, then two beams of golden light shot out, transforming into tangible Immortal Swords, clanging, aiming to cut down the youth whose talent seemingly surpassed the Ancestor Master.
A broken mirror with a missing corner appeared in the sky, engraved with dense patterns, shining brightly, but it was covered in white mist, unclear.
