C789 A Battle of Holy Arts

The Origin Qi was still wreaking havoc. Like a violent storm, a huge palm that shattered the clouds came crashing down. Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and stepped over the mountain rock under his feet, barely dodging the huge palm print. Golden blood splashed in front of his chest. When he was dodging, it inevitably affected his wound, causing him to fall into the ruins of a mountain range