"Crack!"
However, just as Duan Hao sneered, thinking that Mo Wangchen was about to meet his untimely end.
A crisp shattering sound suddenly reached their ears.
The attack formed by the Holy Light, upon touching Mo Wangchen's outstretched palm.
Instantly, it seemed to suffer a devastating blow and disintegrated in a flash.
"How is this possible?!"
Seeing this scene, not only Duan Hao but also the two men with the surname Fan behind him, were all shocked beyond belief.
"He actually defused Brother Duan's attack with his bare hands?"
"Must be joking, even a Void Immortal Realm Late Stage expert wouldn't dare to catch it directly. Who is he? Could he be from the Ancient Clan?"
The two were utterly surprised, their brows tightly furrowed, clearly this scene had exceeded their expectations.
"Who the hell are you?!"
Duan Hao shouted in a deep voice, as his body flew back, eyes filled with caution.
"Does it matter who I am?"
