"Mr. Qian!"
Xia Liyue exclaimed, her face slightly changing.
The people in the valley also felt their hearts leap to their throats. Zhao Peng actually intended to strike against Qian Wanjiang!?
At this moment, half of Qian Wanjiang's mana had surged into the array plate, making it difficult to defend against Zhao Peng's thunderous attack.
But he was no pushover. With a cold snort, he struck out with his palm to the side.
Boom!
It was like two meteors colliding, with a thunderous explosion.
The shockwave from their clash spread wildly in all directions like a nuclear blast wave.
Everyone at the bottom of the valley turned pale. Even the aftermath of a battle between Seventh-Grade Strong People was enough to leave them dead without a place to be buried.
"Phew!"
Fortunately, Qian Wanjiang waved his large sleeve, and that apocalyptic wave dissipated into nothingness in an instant.
However, after the exchange with Zhao Peng, Qian Wanjiang's expression also darkened somewhat.
