A Quiet Morning

Before the Black Divine Stele could fall down, it had broken into pieces with a boom.

Meanwhile, Kong Lanyou flew through the broken Divine Stele, and strided to King Zhongying. She was covered by the saint light of seven colors like an unparalleled Peacock Goddess.

With each step, she had come dozens of kilometers closer. The heaven and the earth had become relatively small underneath her steps.

"How's it possible?" King Zhongying found it hard to believe.

The Universe Divine-Stele Palm had always been the proud knowledge of King Zhongying, which could break all defenses and attack all enemies.

How could it be cracked so easily?

Kong Youlan didn't give much time for King Zhongying to think. She arrived and hit the center of his brow with one finger.

Lines of seven-colored brilliance were gathered to her fingertip.