Overestimating Himself

Qiangu Dongfeng swallowed and forced himself to sound calm. "I don't know what you're talking about. I appreciate you stopping those Holy Spirit Cult fanatics for me, but this is Shrek City. This is the Spirit Pagoda! It's not a place for you to run wild."

The instant his words fell, the tension in the air snapped taut.

Zhong Shenxiu suddenly laughed.

The laugh was cool and abrupt, breaking the deathly silence over the ruined tower top. The pale golden light in his eyes slowly faded. In its place burned two dim blue candle flames, dark and eerie, yet filled with an overwhelming pressure that seemed ready to crush everything.

The aloof, solitary pride of someone who stood above the nine heavens fell away completely.

Now his presence had changed from heaven to earth. He looked utterly unrestrained, imperious and contemptuous of all things, as though he could trample everything in the world beneath his feet.

His laughter grew louder, swelling from a low chuckle into a roar that shook the entire scene. It echoed above the shattered tower top, pierced layer after layer of air, and reached every powerful fighter's ears.

Every expression tightened. No one had foreseen what would happen next, much less dared to believe that this young Soul Saint would strike now.

The next instant, Zhong Shenxiu moved.

Without the slightest buildup of Soul Power or warning of a technique, an extreme, searing heat engulfed the entire area.

The surrounding air ignited. Visible ripples of heat rolled through the void, while floating shards of glass and stone burned to ash in an instant.

A dazzling blade flash tore through the gloom.

The Light-Imperial Ninja Blade in Zhong Shenxiu's hand no longer shone with pure gold. Layer upon layer of the East Sun Burning Heaven Holy Flame