The power of Ye Daocang’s finger

Ye Wu didn't care about his words at all; his eyes were dull from beginning to end. Afterward, he didn't even want to say more. Glancing indifferently at this 10,000-year-old Martial Sage, the next moment he stretched out his palm.

Boom!

The sky tore apart, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolf howls assaulted everyone's eardrums. A terrifying hall fell on his forehead.

Ya~!

Blood spilled into the sky, bones exploded, and flesh and blood scattered all over the sky rotted into a pile, scattered all over the place.

Hiss~~!

This scene terrified many people. Is this the terrifying arrogance of the first day in the vast world? They saw the terrifying flaming mountain formed by Ye Yan's sunfire and Ye Youran's invincible thunder. They saw Ye Chen's terrifying sword and Empress Ye Qingcheng's ban on plastic, which was mysterious.