Seeing that the tenth elders had achieved their goal, they couldn't help but look satisfied in their eyes.

The reason why he deliberately jumped out to find fault was to capture Zhan Wuque alive.

Now it seems that the big thing has been decided.

If Zhan Wuque is no longer talented, how can he be his opponent?

Even the divine body cannot escape from the palm of his hand.

The Tenth Elder showed joy in his eyes and grabbed Zhan Wuque.

The power of heaven and earth rolled, condensing a transparent hand.

The big hand and feet are three feet in size, extremely solid and lifelike. The breath emitted shocked everyone in the audience. They felt an invisible pressure pressing on their hearts, and even their breathing became heavy.

"Is this the power of the top Wuling strong man? So strong!"

This is just a random blow, and it would be better if you take it seriously?

The nearby disciples were shocked and retreated like a tide.

The closer they get, the more they feel that they will be crushed at any time.

"Owner!"

"Brother Zhan!"

Ling'er and Ling Feixue did not retreat, but the pressure became stronger and stronger, which shocked them all.

Zhan Wuque's face was calm and he looked at the big hand falling from the sky.

He could feel that the power of the big hand was very strong, more than dozens of times stronger than Chen Jiannan's full-strength attack!

Even he would be seriously injured under this blow.

But what is surprising is that Zhan Wuque always put his hands behind his back without any intention of resisting.

“Have you given up resisting?”

The Tenth Elder showed a faint smile on his lips, and he quickly clamped his hands as he fell down.

Judging from this trend, you will be able to hold Zhan Wuque in your palm soon.

Zhan Wuque still didn't move, and his eyes showed sarcasm.
Chapter completed!