Boom!
In West State, within a large city, a huge Buddha statue under construction collapsed with a thunderous crash.
A group of craftsmen looked up at the figure in the sky, filled with awe.
They had never seen anyone who could actually fly in the sky.
Could this be an immortal descending to the mortal world?
For a moment, some civilians who worshipped gods and Buddhas started to bow down in prayer.
A young monk, whose breath was at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, stared at Lu Qing in the sky, standing on a Golden Small Boat and wearing a Ghost Face Mask, his face filled with shock.
"Which secret land's senior might you be, to jest with our Suspended Mountain in this manner?" he asked.
"Suspended Mountain, my target is exactly Suspended Mountain!"
Lu Qing's eyes condensed, a refined Sword Qi descended from the heavens, slashing towards the young monk.
The speed was swift, and the power immense, directly causing the young monk's face to turn pale with fright.
