"Yun Huansheng, if you want to snatch this Divine Son's Ghost Slaying Shadow Demon Sword, you're not qualified!"
With an enraged roar, Feng Qijue charged out as well, darting toward the Ghost Slaying Shadow Demon Sword.
"Ziyan, stop Feng Qijue! Otherwise, don't even dream of getting the Blood Dragon Divine Soul Pill and the Time God Stone!"
Yun Huansheng shouted, producing a silver longsword in his hand. Three divine patterns flickered upon it as he slashed out, shattering the wind blades.
Light flashed in Ziyan's violet eyes. She suddenly shot forward, blocking the Ghost Slaying Shadow Demon Sword. With a fierce sweep of her palm, endless purple qi gathered and transformed into a violet palm imprint that slammed toward Feng Qijue.
Boom!
Feng Qijue also struck out with his palm, colliding with the violet palm imprint. The powerful force blasted in all directions, completely collapsing the cramped space.
The three of them were utterly buried deep beneath the ground, ten thousand miles below.
"Damn it, I can't move!"
"At such a depth, ordinary people would have long since been buried alive here!"
"Alright, let's unleash our strength together!"
The tranquil Purple Stream Mountain!
Many miners had already emerged from the mine tunnels, all wanting to see what had happened.
Suddenly, a tremendous quake erupted in the central region of Purple Stream Mountain. Dense cracks began spreading across the mountain's surface, and powerful streams of air burst from within them, as though an immense force was about to erupt.
Seeing this, the long-faced young man's expression changed drastically. He roared, "Run! Run!"
The other Divine Wind Valley disciples, along with the miners, also sensed that something was wrong and hastily retreated into the distance.
Boom!
Just as they were retreating, the mountain in Purple Stream Mountain's central region collapsed outright.