This palm seemed light, but in fact, it transcended the barriers of time and space and struck directly on Bu Bei's Tianling Cap.

"No...you are not in the realm of God Creation, you are a powerful person in the three realms of Wheel-turning. You...what kind of cultivation are you?"

Bu Bei looked extremely frightened.

Resist with all your strength.

But the power of his laws was as fragile as paper in front of Xiao Ding's palm.

Click!

At this moment, his Tianling Cap cracked like glass.

Soon, these cracks spread towards his head, face, neck, and limbs.

In the end, the whole person was covered with cracks.

Like porcelain about to break.

"What is my cultivation level? You are not qualified to know!"

Xiao Ding had a look of disdain on his face, and put his palm down on Bu Bei's head.
Chapter completed!