His Dao Pillar was filled with cracks; he obviously had a Fractured Foundation. The Dao Pillar shook violently, as if Meng Hao’s gaze would cause it to crumble to pieces. Zhao Shanhe was frightened out of his mind.
“Fellow… Fellow Daoist, senior, I’m Zhao Shanhe, a Conclave disciple of the Black Sieve Sect. Fellow Daoist….” His tongue quivered as he spoke. He might be a rich kid, but he wasn’t stupid. The pink shield from just now was a treasure that could only be broken by the late Foundation Establishment stage. And yet Meng Hao, who seemed to be at the early Foundation Establishment stage, had crushed it.