There's Still One Strike

Compared to before, much of the yellow sand had dissipated.

The current scene was no longer as hazy. If one looked carefully, almost everyone present could see the scene in front of them.

It was because of this that the previous commotion came to an abrupt halt. Everyone had wide-eyed expressions, indicating that they witnessed an unbelievable sight.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the last person to be sent flying out of the yellow sand was none other than the incredibly powerful Sun Sheng.

The yellow sand finally dissipated, and Ye Xiaowei stood calmly on the other side of the crowd.

With his hands behind his back, facing somewhere in the distance, he didn't turn his head. Behind him were the Mount Moving Realm geniuses from various sects, lying in disarray.

They struggled to stand up, but most of them failed.