Another Ghost King, Moli, had been standing on a high hilltop all this time, watching intently. Seeing Xu Ruoping suddenly become so formidable, he could not help but be secretly startled. He closed his eyes tightly, pressed his hands together in the air, and rapidly formed a strange hand seal. Suddenly, the soul trees across the entire Qifeng Mountain trembled and shook, joining together in a chorus of deafening, sharp shrieks.
Moli's facial muscles distorted as he let out a savage, roaring laugh: "Just a tiny Nascent Soul stage cultivator who lucked into refining a Thunder-Striking Whip as thick as a chopstick, and you actually delusionally think you can defeat my three brothers? Pure wishful thinking!"
With that, he condensed a light-blue glowing sphere between his palms and shoved it forward with a momentum fierce enough to pry up the entire earth.
Chapter 157