Watching the three devastating killing arts unleashed in rage by Li Wantao and the other two, Wen Jingyuan showed not the slightest hint of panic. Instead, his face carried a trace of mockery and amusement.
He slowly raised one hand, looking at Li Wantao and the other two with the corners of his lips slightly lifted. There was even a faint hint of pity in his eyes.
Then, with a contemptuous expression, he said, "Mere Tribulation True Monarchs dare attack this seat? You truly are a mayfly trying to topple a tree—ants foolishly trying to shake the heavens without knowing your own limits!"
"However, this seat has no time to waste on insignificant ants like you. All of you, be suppressed!"
The instant his words fell, his raised palm suddenly pressed downward through the air—
Rumble!
In an instant, the heavens shook violently!
A gigantic palm, terrifying beyond measure and nearly covering the sky and blocking out the sun, abruptly appeared.
The enormous palm emanated overwhelming might, as though the entire sky had collapsed. Its dreadful pressure seemed to completely imprison heaven and earth.
Everyone present, other than Lin Qingzhu's group, felt a heavy tightness in their chests and found it immensely difficult to breathe, as if a terrifying Ancient Divine Mountain were crushing down upon them!
Not even Li Wantao and Falling Cloud Sect's two Tribulation Stage Grand Elders were exempt!
The offensive arts unleashed by Li Wantao and the other two could not withstand the terrifying pressure the instant Wen Jingyuan's palm descended. They shattered and dispersed on the spot, without even the slightest power to resist!
In an instant.
Li Wantao and the others, along with those on Immortal Viewing Cliff, all changed expression. They looked up at Wen Jingyuan in shock, their faces filled with disbelief