He is at the Early Stage of Divine Infant!
And Tang Xiaoxuan already declared that the Vilampu was at the Late Stage of Divine Infant, so how did he dare to make a move?!
What gave him the right?
How did he dare?
Song Yan did not answer.
To delve into something so straightforward, why bother answering?
"Huh?"
Vilampu suddenly noticed the profound qi power behind Song Yan.
In the next instant, Song Yan took a step forward.
With this step, the entire universe seemed to be trampled beneath his feet, even if Vilampu had the assistance of heaven and earth, so what? Boundless profound qi piled on, alongside the complete condensation of vital energy, soul, and a terrifying physique, the power of a Purple Mansion Cultivator fell from the sky in an instant.
That imposing aura condensed into a terrifyingly enormous foot phantom - Song Yan’s foot!
With one stomp, all the surrounding forces madly surged towards Ye Suiyun.
In the distance, Princess Xi’s pupils contracted, for she truly saw the power of the Nine Bloods of the Dragon Elephant in that stomp!
Vilampu raised a hand to block.
However, that foot penetrated Vilampu’s black wind and ruthlessly stomped on Ye Suiyun’s hastily conjured wings of protection.
Crack!!
Boom!!!
Ye Suiyun’s body collapsed, shattered.
The mountains beneath him, as fragile as paper, were flattened by that stomp, and the ground collapsed, sinking several feet deep, leaving a profound footprint, with profound qi swirling in all directions, solidifying the impression.
Ye Suiyun, dead!!
No matter what secrets he had, or how he managed to use the Night King Ancient Race’s talent in daylight, it was no longer important.
The dead cannot stir up storms.
No one could describe the silence, the shock of this moment.
A Purple Mansion early stage, in front of a Late Stage Divine Infant, killed an Early Stage Divine Infant?
What kind of joke was this?!
Seeing Ye Suiyun dead, Song Yan’s mood was elated, then he turned around, eager to escape.
However, Vilampu’s gaze had slowly fixed on him, behind the eerie silver mask, a pair of insect eyes fluctuated, as if pondering something.
And at this moment, Tang Xiaoxuan was already swiftly shooting towards Song Yan, determined to protect this prodigy of his own clan.
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...
Meanwhile, in front of the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold...
The Demon Monk almost roared the words "make a move."
Hiss...
Hiss hiss!!
An invisible lock of gray light suddenly tore through space, shooting towards Song Yan at an unimaginable speed, penetrating his surface and binding onto his divine soul in an instant.


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