Facing the words of the Feathered Immortal, Zuo Huang nodded.
"If you, fellow Daoist, could live another thousand years or so, perhaps you could contend with me."
"It's a pity you won't live that long."
"By the way, what does the giant hand in this painting represent? You've studied the Bronze Palace for so long, you should know something, right?"
"Hehehe!"
"Of course I know, but do you think I'd tell you?"
"Even if I did, would you believe me?"
"That's right, I really wouldn't believe you."
"Whoosh!"
A beam flew from Zuo Huang's hand, and a tiny slit appeared on the forehead of the Feathered Immortal.
With the fall of the Feathered Immortal, the massive Bronze Palace sank again.
Seeing this, Zuo Huang instantly acted, using his supreme divine power to stop the Bronze Palace fro
