"Get back!"
You Yao extended her palms, and the magma-like patterns on her body transformed into myriad Hong Mang, converging to form a ferocious beast that roared as it collided with the descending Zen Stick.
The Profound Robe Flame Belt Robe was clearly a Spiritual Treasure not weaker than this Zen Stick.
Yet, the difference in strength between their masters was vividly revealed at this moment.
The crimson beast had just leaped up when it was shattered with a single strike.
Below the zenith of the Zen Stick.
You Yao half-kneeled on the ground, her veins bulging between her palms, her ten fingers desperately supporting the Zen Stick, the huge difference in size akin to an ant lifting a mountain.
She finally confirmed her suspicions but had no chance to bring this secret out.
"You will die!"
"The elders in the sect will definitely not let you go!"
The shrill voice echoed around, and the Red Jade on You Yao's neck had dimmed to the extreme.
