At the same time, Nangong Lu stood there dumbfounded, his face full of disbelief.
"Could this person have come from another cultivation country?" he murmured to himself, even rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
Meanwhile, on the other side, through the Three-Color Restriction cage, Ghost Mastiff and Luo Lingling were overjoyed when they saw Zhou Qing was still alive.
But when they saw so many Spirit Seals, they were equally shocked.
"Eight thousand Spirit Seals..." Ghost Mastiff's hand holding the spear trembled slightly, "When did this kid..."
Luo Lingling's beautiful eyes sparkled with wonder: "Could it be the result of these two years in seclusion? But isn't this too exaggerated?"
At this moment, the Purple Gold Thunder Light had fully formed, and its terrifying pressure made the whole world tremble.
Zhou Qing's stern mask looked especially murderous under the reflection of the Thunder Light.
"Old thing, as courtesy demands, take this move of mine!"
