Soaring Dragon Twelve Staffs

Jiang Ping An's expression did not change in the face of the sudden sneak attack. He was not surprised in the least.

The people of the Immortal Realm were indeed highly talented, but Cultivators at this level were still too young. They thought a few words would make their opponent believe them.

The man in the conical hat had mastered an earth domain. The instant he launched his sneak attack, he controlled the soil beneath Jiang Ping An's feet, trying to lock down his legs.

Jiang Ping An had long been on guard. He immediately soared into the air, distancing himself from the ground.

"Flying into the sky won't help you!"

The conical-hat man activated his earth domain. Soil from the ground churned and rose, covering the entire domain before instantly wrapping around Jiang Ping An and forming an earthen sphere.

"It's over."

The corners of the conical-hat man's lips lifted. This was an immortal art he had learned, Burst. Though he could not unleash this technique's true power at his current realm, it was more than enough to deal with a Cultivator who had just entered the Domain Realm.

"Burst!"

The conical-hat man shouted softly. The earthen sphere, infused with the power of his domain, exploded directly. Terrifying force swept across dozens of miles, uprooting trees in the raging gale.

Just as the conical-hat man thought Jiang Ping An had been blown to pieces, he was stunned to discover that his opponent had not been shattered at all. Instead, he was wrapped in a black sphere that had blocked the attack.

Black lightning flickered around the sphere.

"Black lightning?"

Having lived for so long, it was the first time the conical-hat man had ever seen black lightning.

Was this man a lightning-element Cultivator?

Several elders participating in the wager