A dark horse who had appeared out of nowhere faced off against a famous prodigy long renowned.
All eyes were on this match.
"Xiao, how are your preparations?" Xu Qing stood on the stage and looked at the expressionless Xiao Hongchen as he spoke.
"Everything is ready. All that's missing is the east wind," Xiao Hongchen replied.
The moment his voice fell, the referee high above waved a hand, and a pale golden protective barrier enveloped the entire arena.
A Class 7 Soul Tool barrier, enough to withstand a full-force attack from a Soul Sage. This was the standard Mingde Hall had provided, and it was also the kind of grandeur this "fifth-year civil war" deserved.
At the same time, a wind from nowhere stirred Xiao Hongchen's snow-white long hair.
Stray strands were lifted by the airflow, revealing the faint, flowing reddish-gold sheen at the center of his forehead.
To the audience in the stands, Xiao Hongchen at this moment looked heroic and extraordinary, brimming from head to toe with an aura that said "victory is certain."
As for Xu Qing on the other side—
What was he doing?
Xu Qing merely stretched out both hands and straightened the collar Meng Hongchen had rubbed into disarray. Yet the instant he lowered his hands—
An indescribable pressure swept across the arena in an instant!
BOOM—!!!
This pressure combined Xu Qing's mental power, comparable to a Soul Douluo's, with the ultimate Soul Power locked within this powerful body!
Its effect was enough to make a Soul Master of the same level lose consciousness instantly! Yet it deliberately avoided Xiao Hongchen.
The pale golden light screen surged violently, ripples stacking one upon another as they spread madly outward from the point of impact. The entire barrier buzzed and trembled, unable to calm