Training Hall.
"Come on, let me see what you've been practicing lately."
Yang Kui cracked his knuckles and gave Murong Xuan a meaningful look.
Yang Kui took off his shirt, revealing a robust physique. The aura of his strength seemed ready to burst forth.
Murong Xuan was tall and slender, with fair, clean features that made him look like a frail scholar. His temperament was the complete opposite of Yang Kui's.
He held a calligraphy brush in his hand and nodded. "Then you'd better be careful. I've been working hard recently."
Just then, Luo Yan and Bai? walked into the Training Hall.
"See? I told you Murong Xuan and the others would be here." Bai? pointed at the two people in the arena.
Luo Yan nodded, then folded his arms and looked toward the two fighters.
During this period, under the atmosphere of the Desperate Battlefield, the members of the Heavenly Fire Squad had been cultivating desperately, using their own methods to improve themselves as much as possible.
Bai? was no exception, and neither were Yang Kui and Murong Xuan.
After leaving the Command Center just now, the two had heard Zhang Tianyi say that Yang Kui was serving as Murong Xuan's sparring partner today, so they had come over together to take a look.
At this moment.
Murong Xuan circulated his cultivation technique and condensed his Mystic Qi. Using the brush as a medium, Mystic Qi as ink, and the void as paper—
He wielded the brush and splashed ink.
He "painted" a figure in the air.
Guandi Wusheng!
With one final touch to the eyes, the figure in the painting suddenly let out a loud shout and leaped down.
The figure gained substance, and a divine aura and imposing presence immediately surged forth. When Wusheng glared, every strand