But just now, the power in his body actually flowed into Ye Qingyun's hands for some unknown reason?
"You can't be my opponent!"
The purple-robed "Ye Qingyun" had a ferocious look on his face, and immediately activated the ancient god's body, clenching two huge fists together.
He suddenly attacked Ye Qingyun.
Incomparably rich purple brilliance filled the ancient god's clenched fists.
But Ye Qingyun's response was very simple and crude.
He didn't take action, let alone dodge.
He never used any of his own power.
Instead, he used his head to bear the blow forcefully.
boom!!!
The ancient god's clenched fists hit Ye Qingyun's head firmly.
It's like a mountain pressing on an ant.
But Ye Qingyun's body remained completely motionless, and his head never suffered any injuries.
On the contrary, the ancient god's fists were the first to be unable to withstand it and directly shattered.
Ye Qingyun patted his head lightly and smiled softly.
"I could have destroyed the ancient god's body a long time ago."
"But you still treat it as a treasure."
Chapter completed!