Zhou Yuan hovered in the air, and a tremendous vortex of Genesis Qi began taking shape around him. His two fingers were curled inwards, and his fingertips flashed with black-and-white light. He stared at Chen Xuandong, who was rooted to the spot, and icy-cold killing intent flashed across his eyes. 

Under Zhou Yuan’s watchful gaze, Chen Xuandong, who was prepared to strike back one final time, was afraid to budge even an inch.

He madly roared in his heart, “Damn it! It's a little Saint art!

“He has mastered a little Saint art?!”

Chen Xuandong's final trump card was an incomplete little Saint art. Even though it was incomplete, he still relied on it as a killing move, but now, the trump card that Zhou Yuan had prepared was a true little Saint art!

How could he fight back?

From the look in Zhou Yuan's eyes, Chen Xuandong knew that if he really dared to move again, Zhou Yuan wouldn’t hesitate to unleash the destructive power at his fingertips and wipe him out.

Thus, Chen...