Exuding an aura that intimidated the cultivators of the Ice Wave Sect, Lu Ping's eyes shone with divine light.
With just a thought, his magical power condensed into a tidal wave, effortlessly catching up with the escaping Zhao Qiangfeng and the three Nascent Soul True Monarchs.
"Ah—"
A terrified scream pierced the air, followed by a massive explosion.
Despite using all his might and protecting himself with spirit talismans and magical artifacts, Zhao Qiangfeng couldn't withstand the impact of the wave, instantly exploding into ashes.
The same scene unfolded for the other two as well.
"Ah!"
"Ah—"
Accompanied by two terrified screams, the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs of the Ice Wave Sect exploded in the sky, erased in an instant.
Only three storage bags remained, drawn by magical power, transforming into three streams of light that landed on the Cyan Cloud Sect's flying ship, hovering before Lu Yuanshan.
