"How is it possible?"
The Great Immortal Temple disciple with the Destruction-level divine weapon was shocked.
This was the divine weapon that his master, Wan Rong, had left to him after she died. Its power far exceeded that of a Heaven-level divine weapon. How could it be blocked by a mere two fingers?!
The disciple was then stunned when he saw Ye Qingtang's face.
"You… the statue… this…" The Great Immortal Temple disciple was shocked.
Ye Qingtang was confused.
Statue?
Ye Qingtang followed that person's gaze and looked at a huge statue in front of her.
The statue was lifelike and about a hundred feet tall. Its long hair reached its waist and its expression was cold. There was an unsheathed divine weapon at its waist.
Looking carefully, it looked exactly like Ye Qingtang.
"Ye… Ye Yue… Saint Ye Yue?!" The Great Immortal Temple disciple said in disbelief.
Ye Qingtang smiled and charged into the sky.