"Chen Yuan, come with me. Don't worry, my Feng family will definitely uphold justice and clear your name."
Feng Tian smiled and reached out to grab him.
In the void, a giant purple-golden hand, like a divine grasp, was about three to four yards large, shining with divine brilliance, and firmly reached for Chen Yuan.
The claw's brilliance hadn't even reached the ground, but the Cloud Platform had already been pressed with a shallow imprint.
This was a place of the Saint Martial Arts, incredibly hard and resilient.
"Overbearing!"
Sheng Xueqin struck out with a palm, her figure rising upward, and a dark purple True Yuan, like a long rainbow, directly intercepted the purple-golden giant hand.
"What, you want to fight me as well?"
Feng Tian sneered.
He was the most outstanding genius of the current generation in the Feng family, far surpassing Feng Jian several times over in cultivation.
