Can't be moved!
Can't be budged at all!
After this strike, not just Pei Yuan, but people from the five regions have realized that Lord Shou's physique is at least at the level of the Holy Emperor.
The Dead Sea previously had never prohibited ancient warriors of such strength; today, it won't hinder Lord Shou even a bit.
"Will you continue to fight, Demi-Saint Pei?"
Feng Zhongzui held the Dao Imparting Mirror and couldn't help but murmur softly.
The Dao Imparting Mirror focused on Lord Shou's back, and as the image on the Heavenly Tower Pillar dissipated, the clear water accumulated on both sides of the Dead Sea swiftly surged back.
The waves engulfed everything once more, including Lord Shou.
But everyone knows...
The dragon will soar in the sea!
Until the clear water once again covered his body completely, the icy touch still couldn't calm Pei Yuan's uneasy mind.
"Why is this happening?"
"Why was I chosen?"
"Why is his physique completely unaffected?"
