章節 348: Chapter 339: Returning to the Emperor Fallen Mountain Range

"How could this happen? Even the Nether King Handprint didn't affect him?"

Gazing at the great hand of void that was cleaved in twain, dissipating like a deflated balloon, Ye Li's expression turned ugly.

This was one of the Ancient Daoist Skills of the Ye Family, and it was, at present, his most powerful method. Unexpectedly, it had been so easily neutralized by Zhang Hao.

Hum!

In the midst of his astonishment, a Sword Sound roared. The long sword in Zhang Hao's hand trembled madly, with Sword Intent driven to its limit as if ready to launch a lethal strike at any moment.

"It's over..."

However, at this exact moment, the faint voice of Mo Wangchen was heard, and at the same time, the aura that Zhang Hao drove to the extreme abruptly diminished.

Clang!

The long sword was sheathed, and Zhang Hao, without a word, looked at Ye Li with an indifferent gaze.