Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates

"I don't even need to lift a finger to make you kneel!" Zhao Qian sneered fiercely, his aura climbing to its peak, causing the room to tremble.

Crack crack crack!

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At this moment, the ground under Xiao Ye's feet shattered entirely, and the ferocious aura pressed down like a mountain, causing Xiao Ye's knees to suddenly bend as if he was about to kneel.

One at the Ninth Body Refining Realm, and the other in the Innate Realm, the gap was simply too vast.

Zhao Qian's smile was fierce, and compared to defeating Xiao Ye with a wave of his hand, he took more pleasure in trampling Xiao Ye's pride underfoot, especially in front of Liu Yiyi.

This clueless country bumpkin actually dared to set his sights on Liu Yiyi?

"Ah!"

Xiao Ye roared lowly, his eyes bloodshot, forcibly resisting the oppression. His bones creaked continuously, and his heart was filled with raging fire.