In the eyes of everyone, Shan Xuantong sped rapidly. His hands spread open like a great bird, his feet skimming the ground like a dragonfly touching water, leaving a deep print with each step.
He borrowed this force to dash forward like lightning, streaking across the distance.
Even Su Muzhe and Li Changfeng, both the Strongest Celestial Saints, couldn't catch Shan Xuantong's movements. From afar, he seemed like a fast-moving streak of lightning, crazily shooting towards the distance.
It seemed no one could stop his steps.
But to everyone's surprise, Ye Qingchen laughed loudly:
"Haha, if I act personally, how could I allow you to escape?"
Buzz!
Under countless incredulous gazes, Ye Qingchen waved his sleeve. Instantly, boundless winds converged rapidly, like an invisible large bowl descending directly over the Ten-mile-long Street.
"Boom!"
A dull, loud sound echoed.
