On Heaven's Punishment Platform, Li Xian raised his right arm and clenched his fingers into a fist. Expressionless, he thrust it toward Xu Mutian, who was still playing his jade flute. A fierce, mighty surge of force erupted with a bang, transforming into a divine dragon that twisted forth, tossing its head and lashing its tail, its imposing grandeur suddenly revealed. Dragon head and dragon body alike were lifelike.
The dragon's roar shook the world, tearing through the emerald phosphorescence. Like a dragon newly emerged from the sea and soaring into the nine heavens, it stopped people's breath, made their hearts cease beating, and brought cold sweat to their brows. They almost wanted to drop to their knees and worship it at once.
Of course, much of this was because Li Xian had perfectly grasped and unleashed the true essence of this martial art, blending it with formidable primordial spirit power and producing immense pressure. Anyone with even slightly weaker primordial spirit cultivation would find it difficult to withstand.
"So strong. What martial art is the Heir of Prince Liang practicing? This move looks like a fist yet not a fist, its force powerful and its momentum immense. It truly is terrifying. Xiang Yang, if you ever face him, you must be careful."
Upon seeing this move, Ning Ke used the unyielding will she had cultivated through the Great Patience Divine Skill to cast aside the pressure on her primordial spirit. Rarely moved, her expression changed as she involuntarily warned Xiang Yang beside her, her tone full of concern.
Ning Ke's actions had come from instinct, without any thought, yet they revealed the fullness of her feelings.
Then Ning Ke realized something, and her face flushed crimson like evening clouds at dusk, burning hot as fire. That trace of bashful