The intense eruption of Soul Power cut Zhao Xuan like blades. Neat wounds continuously blossomed across his body, only to be swiftly enveloped by data phantoms and heal without pause.
At a certain moment, all the power reached its peak. The Golden Winged Great Peng's body resembled a sun, its brilliant radiance drawing everyone's attention.
"Zhao Xuan!"
Tang San and the others' expressions changed as they cried out involuntarily.
That intense Soul Power fluctuation could be felt even from a thousand zhang away. The sharp aura brushed across their faces as though tiny blades were scraping against their cheeks.
"Bang!"
A thunderous boom rang out overhead. Billowing shockwaves spread in every direction, causing ripples to arise in the void.
Then, a somewhat bedraggled figure emerged from the center of the explosion. His clothes were disheveled, and his eyes constantly swept the surroundings in search of another figure.
As expected... I still couldn't bring myself to do it. I wonder how Thunder Douluo is doing.
As the old man panted and scanned his surroundings, he sighed inwardly. He admitted that, at the final moment, he had still been afraid. Sure enough, not everyone could calmly face death, especially not someone like him, who had lived for centuries and stood only half a step away from becoming a Peerless Douluo.
"Are you looking for me?"
A faint voice suddenly sounded behind the old man. At that instant, his scalp went numb.
He turned around and saw Zhao Xuan, dressed in white, standing quietly less than three zhang behind him, gazing at him calmly.
"Y-You're completely unharmed?!"
Looking at Zhao Xuan, the old man felt as though he had seen a ghost. Even a Peerless Douluo could not possibly emerge completely unscathed from that attack, could he?!
Zhao Xuan was tall and slender,