Even the Tallest Mountain Won't Stop the Flood

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Shen Zhiwen's body lit up with a dazzling black light. He charged forward like a primordial beast and arrived in front of the holy maiden of the Thunder Breeze Sect in the blink of an eye.

"Are you okay?"

Shen Zhiwen asked as he waved his hand to repel the Purple Spirit Race expert.

"You are… the eldest senior brother of the Yellow Profound Sect, Shen Zhiwen?"

The woman was stunned for a moment before she said in astonishment.

The Profound Yellow Sect never had any holy sons or daughters. Instead, they only had an eldest senior brother. Su Yan had seen this young man before him once, so she quickly recognized him.

"Haha, that's right."

Shen Zhiwen laughed and asked again, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

Su Yan shook her head, her expression changing slightly. "Be careful!"

Shen Zhiwen did not turn around. His palm instantly emitted a dazzling black light that devoured the fiend beast behind him.