That arrogant face gradually solidified.
He lowered his head, his pupils filled with horror as he looked at Qin Feng's wrist.
He, who has reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, can't even crush the hand of a person at the first level of the Golden Core stage?
"Smile, why aren't you smiling anymore? Don't you like smiling?" Qin Feng applied a little force with his fingers.
“Crack!”
Gao Yue's hand shattered instantly.
A pig-slaughtering sound rang out, rapidly spreading throughout the Fengling Sect.
In the sect, countless foundation-building monks with solemn expressions suddenly turned around.
"That's the residence of the Saint. Oh no, something has happened to the Saint. Brothers, protect the Saint." A young man roared.
In an instant, eight thousand foundation-building monks flew over at high speed.
Soon, they arrived at Liu Manman's courtyard.
When they saw Gao Yue's hand being crushed by Qin Feng, their pupils shrank.
"Isn't this the Holy Son Gao Yue?"
"His hand was broken by Qin Feng?"
"No, isn't Qin Feng only at the first level of the Golden Core Realm? Isn't Saint Gao Yue at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm?"
The sound was extremely terrifying.
Eight thousand foundation-building cultivators rubbed their eyes in disbelief almost at the same time.
"I've actually tolerated you for a long time. When we were in Yipin Building, I wanted to kill you." Qin Feng stretched out his hand and held Gao Yue's head.
"No, no, no, impossible!" Gao Yue roared.
The spiritual power in his body surged out of his body like a tide.
Liu Manman finally turned around, lay on the chair, tilted her head, and looked at Qin Feng intently.
Although she knew that Qu Jian was killed by Qin Feng.
But when she saw the extremely pure spiritual light on Gao Yue's head being crushed bit by bit by Qin Feng's five fingers, Liu Manman was still shocked.
Qin Feng didn't even use his spiritual light, he just crushed the spiritual light on Gao Yue's body.
What kind of monster is this guy...
"No, no, no!" Gao Yue's scalp felt numb and all the hairs on his body stood up.
Qin Feng's fingers were already on his head.
He could clearly feel the power coming from those five fingers.
Unstoppable.
“Crack!”
Gao Yue's skull vibrated.
Blood continued to drip down Qin Feng's fingers.
As Qin Feng continued to exert force, Gao Yue's head was deformed little by little.
Looking at this scene, the eight thousand foundation-building monks looked horrified.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura rippled in the sky.
Tang Jing! Ye Wushuang and a group of Divine Transformation cultivators gradually emerged.
"Master, save me, save me!"
The miserable voice made Tang Jing and her group's pupils shrink.
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