บท 1580: Han Hundred Million, The Only Focus of the Grand Summit (4)

Someone in the Divine World's sect light screen whispered.

In front of the light screens of the various Immortal Realms, there was silence.

In the eyes of these seasoned experts from the immortal realms, Immortal Lord Le Cen's combat power was on par with them, and even surpassed them.

This was the Grand Summit!

"Let's see how Yunlan Sword Immortal deals with this…"

How should he deal with it?

If it were a seasoned immortal lord, they would retreat to advance, resist the power of the flying dragon, and then break through the cage with their own protective treasures.

Han Muye had made a mistake with a crucial 10 million catties gravity and lost the initiative.

He could only take it head-on.

"Bang!"

He punched out.

There was no other way.

Han Muye punched forward.

A golden Kui phantom flew out.