That explosive ring was still deafening to the ear even tens of miles away. The two dozen Windrider Foals neighed in fear. Even without needing Lian Fan to rush them, they galloped ahead crazily.
Zong Shou stuck his head out of the window, looking behind curiously. That Yan Fan and Shui Lingbo had obviously restrained themselves. However, just that strike was enough to destroy all the plants and trees within tens of miles.
The martial cultivators of this era really had nothing to worry about. If it was ten thousand years later, not matter how high their identity was, if a person above the Ascended Realm dared to attack in the Cloud Continent, to use strength exceeding that of Ascended Realm, they would immediately be hunted down and killed.
Even if one had any grievances, they needed to be solved within the cloud ocean. He himself was someone who had frequented the cloud ocean to fight.