Chapter 883 Rubbing on the Ground

"The Yellow Spring's Ungodly Dragon."

He spat out these words lightly.

Caspian raised his left arm and faced the saber radiance directly.

On one side was the dazzling saber radiance in Holy Land Realm cultivator's hand.

On one side were his suddenly opened five fingers.

Clang!

The next moment, there was a crisp sound of metal colliding.

Rings of tremors formed ripples that could be seen with the naked eye as they constantly spread out.

Caspian's feet crashed into the ground.

And his left hand also firmly grasped the saber radiance at this moment.

"This..."

"How is this possible?"

"Am I dreaming?"

After a short silence, continuous exclamations broke out.

The eyes of the group of cultivators were about to pop out of their sockets.

At this moment, in front of them, a cultivator of Pulse Control Realm had actually relied on his own palm to resist the martial technique of a Holy Land Realm!

Any one of them would have been split into two.

"You!"

The leading cultivator stare