The young disciple couldn't help sneering, his aura surging:
"Can a name change change a cheap life, and soaring straight to the clouds? Li Yue, let me weigh your current abilities. Take this!"
Boom!
This person didn't hold back at all. Raising his hand with a single palm strike, his entire body's mighty power was like a mountain and sea in violent revolt, halos of light surging majestically as they pushed horizontally toward Li Qingyun.
This momentum was indeed a great deal stronger than ordinary wild Heavenly Lords.
Even Yuan Qu Feng and Yuan Tang Xiaodong were slightly weaker than this person.
Yet, that was all!
"Boring!"
Li Qingyun seemed rather casual, flicking a sleeve like a gentle breeze blowing past.
That terrifying offensive with the might of overturning mountains and seas dissolved instantly like snow under a single flick.
Finally, a faint breeze swept across the divine body of this young disciple.
"Ugh..."
The young Abyss Clan Heavenly Lord instantly turned pale as a sheet, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth. Amid a muffled groan, he retreated step after step without stopping.
"Li, Li Yue, how could you possibly become this powerful!" After regaining his footing, this person traded all his sneering and mocking expressions for a rich look of shock and jealousy.
Li Qingyun's footsteps shifted as he walked past this person, saying indifferently:
"Though this poor Daoist cannot remember your name, I will kindly remind you not to let yourself be used as someone's tool so casually. It never ends well..."
That Abyss Clan disciple didn't dare to make another move. With his expression shifting uncertainly as he watched Li Qingyun walk away, he raised his voice and shouted:
"Li Qingyun, I am Yuan Wuliang! All things considered, you still have to call me—"
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