Lian Hua took a deep breath and completely cast aside the disdain in her heart. The young man before her truly was a formidable opponent.
Zhao Xuan stood calmly on the arena stage, his eyes utterly unruffled. It was not that he was deliberately looking down on Lian Hua; rather, she simply had no reason to put him on guard. The enormous gap in strength had placed them at opposite extremes—there was a world of difference between them!
Lian Hua's Fourth Soul Skill ring lit up. Unlike Zhao Xuan, for ordinary soul masters, the later a soul ring was acquired, the more powerful its spirit skill usually became.
The Fourth Soul Skill ring flickered with a dark violet glow. The yellow sand filling the air suddenly stirred, as though invisible whirlwinds were drawing it in.
More than a dozen wind vortices gradually appeared around Lian Hua, pulling endless yellow sand into them.
Zhao Xuan watched the scene with interest. In the blink of an eye, spears emerged from the dozen or so sand vortices. Though these spears were entirely condensed from yellow sand, they still radiated a sharp, piercing edge.
"Spear of Sand!"
With a wave of her hand, spears of sand surged from the vortices and shot wildly toward Zhao Xuan. In an instant, it seemed as though the entire sky had turned yellow!
Zhao Xuan's gaze narrowed slightly. This spirit skill was rather interesting. Its area of coverage was simply too vast.
The entire arena was within the attack range of the Spear of Sand. Zhao Xuan had nowhere to evade.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
The spears of sand fell swiftly like raindrops, blasting fist-sized holes into the floor forged from refined iron.
A massive net of lightning suddenly burst forth around Zhao Xuan, shielding his entire body. Countless