Boom!
With a resonant echo reverberating through the air,
A massive snow mountain crashed down from the sky.
It seemed as though even the space itself was shattered, an endless surge of force constantly churning.
Mo Wangchen stood silently in place, unmoved, his face showing not the slightest trace of tension.
Not far from him, Qin Hao sneered coldly, thinking Mo Wangchen was perhaps being far too presumptuous.
"He looks strong, but the essence of his law is too weak. He might suffice against an average Emperor Realm cultivator, but in front of a true master, he is nothing."
It was only when the snow mountain was bearing down directly overhead that Mo Wangchen finally spoke faintly, followed by a light flick of his finger.
This simple gesture, made as if it were nothing, caused the invisible forces between heaven and earth to seemingly converge at Mo Wangchen's command.