Xu Yi's brows furrowed slightly. His Qi Sea churned as he fully activated the Hand Yang Meridian Scripture, True Essence surging. Three thousand plum blossoms appeared around him in an instant, blazing into a sea of fire.
The surging fire spirit energy spread wildly. Within thirty zhang, no one could approach.
"What terrifying fire spirit energy! He really hasn't formed his Origin Core!"
"I can't imagine it. I've never heard of a cultivation art like this."
"With power like that, it's almost as strong as a Level 1 Grade 3 Mystical Talisman—and he still hasn't formed his Origin Core."
"Strength that burns too brightly cannot last. Let's see how long he can hold out."
"I never thought Xiong Bei Ming's Seven Absolute Ice Peaks had reached such perfection. Just one ice needle easily surpassed the power of a Level 1 Grade 3 Mystical Talisman."
"..."
With just one exchange, both sides had displayed strength far beyond their peers.
The purple, glittering ice needle continued to hover at the edge of the sea of fire. The plum blossoms forming the sea of flames constantly vanished, only to sprout anew...
More than ten breaths passed, and there was no sign of either side relenting. Ten breaths was not long, but in a clash between experts, it was more than enough time for victory and defeat to change hands several times.
Judging by appearances alone, Xiong Bei Ming undoubtedly held the absolute advantage.
A single ice needle held the sea of fire at bay.
Yet Xu Yi's sea of three thousand plum blossoms had also shaken the entire audience. Its power was so violent, and it endured for so long—clear proof of just how vast Wang Qianqiu's True Essence was.
In the blink of an eye, another ten breaths passed.
Now all the