Just when everyone was feeling gloomy, Xiang Sheng slowly spoke, his tone as calm as ever.
Li Changting looked up when he heard the voice and looked at her profile. His eyes suddenly widened and his heart began to beat violently.
Such a calm and composed demeanor, could it be...
"Retreat! Everyone retreat!"
His voice changed a little, and he pushed Feng Xuan and others back.
Feng Xuan looked at Li Changting strangely, but had no time to investigate his change. He led the people from the Sword Sect to retreat outside the hall, but his eyes were fixed on Xiang Sheng's back without blinking.
"Senior, I think you're going to get serious about this." Someone whispered excitedly.
Before he finished speaking, an unprecedented terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from the seemingly frail body in front of the Golden Gate.
Feng Xuan, who was guarding the door, felt his chest tighten, and the blood in his body rapidly flowed back. His heart was beating wildly and it hurt so much that it almost exploded.
Some of the disciples behind him with lower cultivation levels didn't even bother to look, and all vomited blood and retreated.
“So strong!”
The cultivator named Gong endured the stinging pain in his eyes and stared at the blurry figure at the center of the pressure with a fanatical look in his eyes.
If she had such a strong body, why would she worry about her life?
At this moment, the pressure in the hall suddenly reached a new level.
"Retreat again!"
As Feng Xuan roared, the cultivator named Gong groaned, tears of blood flowed from his eyes, and he closed his eyes, not daring to look anymore.
But before closing her eyes, she seemed to vaguely see a lock.
At the center of the pressure, Xiang Sheng curled the corners of his lips slightly, slowly clenched his fists, and flames ignited in his eyes.
The fusion of two forces adds up to twelve times the strength!
She wanted to see how much this door could withstand!
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