Wherever Ye Qing traveled, clay statues crumbled or shattered at the briefest contact. It was like they were made of rot, not clay.0

There were two reasons. One, Ye Qing was powerful. Two, these clay statues were more fragile than he thought.0

Although these clay statues boasted the cultivation level and power of a Great Trueman, they were still made of clay. They were even more fragile than an ordinary Spirit Master, no, a Spirit Purifier. He, a strong Great Grandmaster, was the perfect counter to them. 0

On top of that, his Profound Yellow Mother Qi was blocking most of the attacks, and the few that reached him could not even harm his skin. Therefore, these clay statues were no different from ants to him. Specks of dust.0

“Great Grandmaster?!”0

Mister Taozhu looked shocked. She did not expect the young man to be a Great Grandmaster.0

Her cultivation art was called the “Empress Nüwa’s Art of Creating...0