Han Caicai's beauty carried an enchanting and breathtaking allure!
He stood there, his phoenix eyes indifferent, as if the people of Zhi City were merely ants.
This kind of aura made hearts tremble with fear, driving a desire to submit.
Fortunately, Mu Qingge had long developed immunity to such pressure due to the continued "training" by a certain monster. Not just Han Caicai's current aura, but even Si Mo's sky-like authority wouldn't make her frown.
"Now, it's my turn." Han Caicai spoke emotionlessly, leaving no chance for anyone to respond, lifted his right hand, clenched tightly, and coldly spat out the word "Shatter!"
In an instant, Nie Xiong seemed wrapped in a web of blue light, ripped into countless pieces.
Mu Qingge's eyes contracted sharply, mentally aghast: What kind of martial arts is this!
The web, a blue so deep it verged on purple, made her realize that Han Caicai's strength was now just a step away from the Purple Realm, like hers.
"Oh my god!"
