"A rare opportunity, I must give it a try!"
Hua Qing hesitated for a moment, but finally could not help herself. With a flicker of blue light, she also rushed forward.
However, that dashing figure in green on the cliff head was even faster than them. With just a blur, he had already horizontally blocked the front of the incense burner.
"Step back!"
Li Qingyun's sword-like eyebrows raised. Staring straight at the two, he shouted in a calm voice.
Faintly behind the back of his head, three rings of gray moons hovered, yet this momentum, this posture, and this look of casually regarding the two Quasi-Saints of the six-ring and four-ring made him appear as though he were a Nine-Ring Quasi-Saint!
These three sticks of incense could withstand sixty years of cultivation and dharma power—how could they be allowed to fall into the mouths of others!
Sixty years was counted by the time of the Ruins, yet to the ephemera at the Cosmos level, it was about two thousand years.
Since Li Qingyun did not walk the path of filth and stench, he could not possibly let go of any bit of "natural" cultivation provisions.
"A mere three-ring will, and you dare to put on airs before me. Die!"
Seeing this, Shi Feng could not help laughing out of extreme anger, feeling that this somewhat familiar young figure was utterly ignorant and ridiculous.
Where did he get the confidence and courage to speak like this to a six-ring Quasi-Saint of his stature!
The six-ring gray moon shuddered. Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed out with a palm, intending to snatch and crush the meddlesome young man directly into dust.
Yet he somewhat forgot that this was the Forbidden Zone of Old Cliff Peak, and the nominal six-ring realm could not