Even though it was just a projection clone, Ming Xiu's strength was still formidable, far beyond what people like Ming could compare to. The golden blade, containing an astonishing gust of wind and trailing a golden tail like a comet's, didn't discriminate as it slammed toward the Great Elder and the others.
At that moment, witnessing such powerful energy, everyone in the square widened their eyes in unison, all speculating on what level Ming Xiu's strength had reached. Both the people of Huang City and Yan City couldn't help but sweat for the Great Elder.
Could the Great Elder withstand this surge of power? The Great Elder was only at Heaven Rank, and if he were an ordinary Heaven Rank powerhouse, how could he handle this divine power that, even suppressed by the plane's rules, still struck fear into everyone's heart?