The Phantom Ancient Lamp

Everyone was a little dazed by the sight.

Liu Qi and the others were especially astonished.

None of them had expected that, even at a time like this, Chen Feng would still be in the mood to gather spirit medicines. Just how carefree could he be?

Nangong Yanyue frowned when she saw this.

A Jiang Clan cultivator flew into a rage. "Brat, you're courting death!"

With that, the Jiang Clan Great Perfection cultivator charged straight at Chen Feng. The Spiritual Power of heaven and earth gathered around him at once, and the terrifying might of Nascent Soul Great Perfection bore down on Chen Feng!

Clearly, the Jiang Clan cultivator meant to blast this fool who knew neither life nor death to pieces!

The Jiang Clan cultivator stirred up the terrifying Spiritual Power of heaven and earth, condensing it into an enormous illusory hand.

The illusory hand reached straight for Chen Feng.

The moment it appeared, the entire mustard seed space began to tremble.

The space here was only a cave abode to begin with, and after so many years, it had long since become unstable.

A Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivator striking with all his might was enough to shake the space here.

Chen Feng, who was picking spirit medicines, paid no attention to the giant hand reaching for him. Unhurriedly, he placed a freshly picked spirit medicine into a jade box.

Almost at the same time, the great hand condensed from Spiritual Power landed on Chen Feng.

Yet the sight everyone had imagined, of Chen Feng being crushed in its grip, never came to pass.

When the illusory hand closed around Chen Feng, it did him no harm whatsoever. He did not even take a single step.

Chen Feng had withstood the blow head-on with his fleshly body.

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