C1008 I Am Not a Soft Persimmon

"You're not yet strong enough to contend with me."

Duanmu Gu shifted slightly and ascended into the air. Pure white Essence Qi burst forth from within him like a torrential flood, enveloping him with overwhelming force. There he stood, effortlessly, as if he were the embodiment of heaven and earth itself—this was the power of a Martial Monarch