"Basil, is this all the strength you have?"
Xu Jingming's icy voice echoed across the arena.
The next instant,
before the spectators' astonished eyes, a suffocating pressure suddenly erupted from his tall, upright body!
Boom—!!!
The Dark Black Lightning Sea boiled as endless lightning swirled around Xu Jingming, as though paying homage to its most revered emperor.
Lightning converged, condensing behind him into a Pitch-black Halo three meters in diameter!
Berserk Black Thunder coiled around the halo's edge.
Yet its center was as deep as a black hole, as if it could devour all light and energy!
As the halo slowly rotated, even the surrounding space warped slightly!
"Is that... a Dharma Form?!"
"How is that possible?! Xu Jingming has actually already condensed a Dharma Form!"
"He condensed a Dharma Form in fifteen days? What kind of talent is that?!"
"..."
Disbelieving cries erupted from the spectator stands.
These geniuses from different territories of the empire were all dumbfounded.
They knew full well how difficult it was to condense a Dharma Form.
There were countless geniuses who spent decades, even centuries, on it!
But how long had Xu Jingming taken? At most, only fifteen days!
Even Lu Yunji, who had remained composed all along, could not help but straighten in her seat.
Her crimson eyes brimmed with profound shock and disbelief.
She had guessed that Xu Jingming had a trump card, but she had never expected it to be a Dharma Form!
"This is actually the T7 Grade Thunder Abyss Devouring Sun?!"
Ninth Prince Tyr abruptly rose from his seat.
He stared fixedly at the halo behind Xu Jingming, his eyes filled with shock and fury.
The ant he had thought he was dealing with had transformed into a giant dragon in an instant!
Above the arena, Xu Jingming stood