How Spectacular

"You need to be careful! Little Luo's strength is formidable!" Li Qinghe warned before flying out to join the fray.

Watching the dense clusters of Taiji Seals not far ahead, Yan Hui muttered, "I can see that even without you telling me!"

After grumbling to himself, he followed behind, his heart pounding with trepidation.

Countless talismans collided in the night sky, scattering fragments of light like falling stars. They looked like fine snowflakes or drifting catkins, yet no one dared to approach or touch them.

Watching the seals collide without ever seeming to diminish in number, Zhang Xiaofan grew increasingly anxious.

Even with the help of Li Qinghe and Yan Hui, there was still no significant progress.

Glancing at the Ice Dragon still wandering aimlessly in the air, Zhang Xiaofan felt a sense of helplessness. Finally, he hovered in the night sky, stepping on a rotating Taiji Seal, and assumed a sword stance.

Noticing this, Li Qinghe quickly signaled for Yan Hui to retreat with her.

Ignoring Yan Hui's confusion, Li Qinghe flew behind Zhang Xiaofan.

Yan Hui now noticed Zhang Xiaofan's strange state, and recalling the rumors he had heard about the disciples of Big Bamboo Peak, his eyes suddenly burned with intense anticipation.

A moment later, a brilliant red light erupted across the sky.

The wind picked up!

Even the residents fleeing near the city gates of the Imperial City felt a sharp edge in the breeze, with some even suspecting their faces had been cut by the wind. Only after raising their hands to touch their skin and finding no blood on their fingertips did they breathe a sigh of relief.

"A dream of the mortal world, a single thought between god and demon. The sword strikes without regret, seeking only to sever."

Zhang Xiaofan's clear voice