This little girl was at most six years old, so how could her strength have already reached such a terrifying level?
Upon closer inspection, the hammer in her hand did not seem to be ordinary either.
While the crowd was in shock, Daoist Gu Hao's expression had already turned unsightly. He hurried over to the side of the dead person and carefully examined him.
'Damn it! All of the bones in his body have been shattered. Her strength has surpassed the million-jin mark!'
This kind of power was not something an ordinary person could possess. Daoist Gu Hao looked at Ye Xuan with a cold gaze.
When Ye Xuan noticed this, he simply returned the cold gaze and said nothing.
"Very good, very good. Ye Xuan, your disciples are really good."
As soon as he finished speaking, Daoist Gu Hao ordered his subordinates to carry the disciple's body away.
"You're too kind," Ye Xuan said humbly, but he could no longer hide the smile on his face.