Boom!  

The surrounding space crumbled and the entire world seemed to dim when palace master Sheng Yuan’s palm swung at Yaoyao.

It was as if a towering mountain was crushing down onto her as the golden Saint flame blazed, burning everything into nothingness.

Palace master Sheng Yuan’s transformation had been extremely strange, and had moved far too swiftly. Even if patriarch Cang Xuan reacted right away, it would still be too late for him to counter. Furthermore, he was currently preoccupied by the sacred race experts outside the boundary wall.

Therefore, he could only helplessly watch Sheng Yuan launch a full power attack at Yaoyao.    

Yaoyao hovered in the air, her long golden hair fluttering behind her. The mighty palm...