What hundred-foot-sized lion?
What kind of Monarch Immortal Realm genius was this?
Under Li Qingshan's slap, the wind blew, and everything disappeared with the wind. It was like an illusion, a mirage, leaving no trace.
The surrounding Immortals who had originally thought that things were going well frowned. They had never expected things to turn out like this.
An Ancestral Immortal had managed to wipe out a Monarch Immortal with a single slap.
It was really a complete obliteration, not leaving a single trace behind.
An Inherited Immortal felt that something was amiss, but in fact, everyone felt that way.
It was because Li Qingshan was too relaxed. He killed a Monarch Immortal effortlessly and casually as if he was swatting a fly while eating and drinking.
"This is the Ancestral Immortal Realm?" Era Immortal asked.