"Coward, hiding behind the strong!"
A clear, icy rebuke shot out like a razor-sharp arrowhead!
In an instant, it shattered the atmosphere in the arena, frozen as solid ice.
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw Feng Qing'er lightly stepping into the air.
Her Lightning Patterned Long Skirt fluttered fiercely in the wind.
The golden phoenix patterns embroidered along its hem!
Seemed ready to break free beneath the sunlight and spread their wings into the sky.
At her slender fingertips, a fist-sized Thunder Bead crackled:
"Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!"
Sparking arcs of lightning danced like agile silver serpents.
Scorching streaks into the surrounding air.
Wisps of white smoke curled upward from between her fingers.
Adding several degrees of breathtaking force to her presence.
"Rat who stole our pavilion's Dou Technique, do you dare fight me?"
Feng Qing'er lifted her delicate chin, her eyes filled with undisguised contempt.
She deliberately circulated her Dou Qi, making her voice echo across the entire venue like a great bell!
She wanted everyone present!
To hear clearly her merciless humiliation of Xiao Yan.
At the sight, Lei Zun Zher's eyes flashed with a glint of light.
He secretly praised the girl's quick wits:
He quietly released a thread of Spiritual Power, like an invisible probing hand!
Carefully examining Xiao Yan.
When he sensed a life aura not even twenty years old!
His heart immediately settled.
He was merely a brat under twenty.
Even if he had cultivated from the womb, reaching the Dou Zong realm would already have been a miracle.
With that in mind, the tragedy at the Northern Pavilion must have been caused by that red-haired Dou Zun!
As he considered this, his face, taut as a drawn bowstring!
Relaxed slightly.
"If Qing'er wins—"
Lei Zun Zher's voice boomed as he deliberately stressed the