High above the sky, at an altitude of over nine thousand zhang, a ten-zhang huge palm fiercely struck at nothing.
Crack!
It was like the sound of the heavens splitting that suddenly rang out. Xie Tian, who had executed the palm strike, used the rebound force of Pucang to multiply his speed several times. In the blink of an eye, the blood-colored light, which represented Xie Tian's figure, disappeared.
At the same time, the golden light representing the pale young man also vanished.
"Where is he?"
"He, he entered the Combat Rankings Heavenly Gate!"
"And that golden light is gone too!"
...
Everyone was astonished.
The events of that instant occurred so fast that even the Dao venerates could hardly see clearly.
"Elder, Xie Tian he..." Zhou Si wiped his eyes and quickly asked.
Zhou Qing frowned slightly and shook his head in silence. His gaze turned to Chu Ling on the high platform, noticing the slight surprise and doubt between his brows, he breathed a sigh of relief.
