The moment the sentence ended, Leng Feng Hua flipped his palm over and a huge ball of light emerged from his palm.
His eyes were filled with a murderous vibe as he quickly used his profound Qi to condense the lit light ball and struck it towards the direction of Ye Qing Luo.
The ball of light was fast like lightning, leaving only a residue of a shadow.
It was indeed outstanding coming from the mystic profound ninth grade.
The momentum was like a rainbow, with various waves superimposed into each other.
This was the strength of a high-level apprentice.
"Sure enough, like what the hearsay from the rumours, Your Highness is indeed a talent in cultivation."
Ye Qing Luo gave a mocking laughter fearlessly, though her words were full of praises but one could hear the ridicule between the words.
Her footsteps quickly retreated, the feather fan at her fingertips unfolded and began imbuing profound Qi into the weapon.