The sound of footsteps

The purple plum sect's forefather's face was gloomy, and his eyes narrowed. The snake demon had already taken human form, so it was fine.

Before his eyes, two mere foundation building juniors actually dared to attack him first?

Could it be that the old ancestor had rarely come to Zimei mountain and was being bullied by these young people?

The anger in his heart rose, and he immediately struck out with his palm!

His mana was as vast as a rainbow or a Python, forming an illusionary giant palm in the air, which enveloped Li Yanling and PEI Ling.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh ... Before the giant palm landed, a strong wind had already swept up from the flat ground, causing the flourishing dense Willows around them to sway from side to side!

Several short shrubs were almost completely stuck to the ground, unable to withstand the pressure.