Ecstatic voice (1)

Xia qingchen's astral power, which had been converted to the eighth astral level, condensed into a spiraling air current three feet away from him.

The three guards that pounced on him were immediately bounced away like fallen leaves, flying in all directions.

One of them even threw it at Zhou bendao!

His face darkened, and his palm turned into a claw and grabbed the Guard's waist. He flung him away fiercely, and a trace of hostility appeared on his face.

Under the hostility, there was a cold smile of joy instead of anger.

If insubordination was a light punishment of a thousand whips, then resistance was a severe punishment that could cut off a finger!

"You're the one who brought this upon yourself!" Zhou bendao shouted and took action personally. The star power of the fifth transformation of the major astral position was pulsing in his palm.

He took a step forward, and his figure instantly bounced back like a spring.