Azure Dragon's Cry

The smoke and dust slowly cleared.

The arena was utterly unrecognizable.

Song Qinglin's Flow-Splitting Peak-Shattering had shaved away a layer around the entire arena.

Countless cracks spread outward from the area centered on Ye An.

Song Qinglin stood on the opposite side of the arena, his eyes fixed tightly on Ye An's figure within the smoke and dust.

Several tears had been ripped through Ye An's blue-and-white hall uniform, while the phantom of the mountain formed from blue True Essence faded away with the smoke and dust.

The two locked eyes once more.

At this sight, the spectators below fell silent for a moment before erupting with voices even louder than before.

"Senior Brother Ye blocked Chief Song's Flow-Splitting Peak-Shattering!"

"He's still standing! It looks like both sides still have strength left!"

"Is this really a match between the Initial and Middle Stages of Qi Condensation?!"

The certainty in Song Qinglin's gaze turned solemn. Only now did he truly recognize Ye An for the first time.

"I underestimated you."

Song Qinglin adjusted the rhythm of his breathing and calmed the blank period after using Flow-Splitting Peak-Shattering. Then, he made a certain decision.

"In that case... I had originally planned to save this next move for those two above." Song Qinglin's gaze shifted obliquely toward the edge of the arena, pausing briefly on Shen Jingfeng and Jiang Tingxue.

"But now, you can witness it ahead of time!"

The instant his voice fell, the Azure Dragon True Essence around Song Qinglin began to shrink rapidly, and the flow of air started to change.

Wind poured in from the edges of the arena, carrying broken stones and snapped branches as it swirled around Song Qinglin.

Azure Dragon True Essence rapidly compressed and overlapped across his fists before slowly taking shape!

Strand after strand