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Distorted heat waves steamed up from the glazed scorched earth.
Tang Feng clutched his chest and straightened up, dark red seeping from the tear in his dark-gold robe.
He looked at the figure suspended in midair, his voice hoarse. "Still strong with age... impressive! This Thunderglory Overlord Body of mine is a little all size and no substance before you."
Shen Tianjun lowered the Azure Sea Tide Sword, a single drop of mingled water and blood condensed on its tip, not yet fallen.
"The Clear Sky Nine Yang Force is indeed extraordinary." His voice was like an echo from the deep sea, without sorrow or joy. "With thunder, yang, force, and metal as its four foundations, it can still cultivate Soul Power of other attributes."
"A mental art like this is both a Martial Soul mental art and a special cultivation method. It cultivates Martial Soul Avatars of different attributes, each unique, each with its own traits."
The wind and rain had already ceased. Sunlight stabbed through the leaden clouds and fell between the two of them, baking the scorched earth until it was scalding hot.
Shen Tianjun raised his head and glanced at the daylight, dark-red vapor faintly steaming around him. "The warm-up is over. Time for the real thing. Let me see your Solar Force."
Solar Force was the seventh force of the Clear Sky Nine Yang Force; rumor had it that only Titled Douluo could master it.
Tang Feng slowly dragged the Clear Sky Hammer across the ground, melting glazed furrows wherever the hammer passed.
"If that is what you want, then I will naturally do my utmost."
His gaze suddenly sharpened like a hawk's. "Before I receive your instruction, I do have one question—does the