Hum!
The scar-faced man, Xuan Seventy-One, waved his right hand. A surging torrent of ancestral god power poured out and flared into being in midair.
The next instant.
An enormous protective barrier enveloped Qin Hao and Xuan Seventy-One.
It sealed off the inside from the outside!
This was a ward within the Kindling Realm.
After all, they were both Ancestral God experts, and both had mastered high-rank peak secret arts. Xuan Seventy-One had even mastered a Top-Tier Peak Secret Art.
Even if they went all out, they could not possibly destroy the Kindling Realm.
They could not even shake it.
But they would still generate powerful Shockwaves, and Qin Hao and his companions were not the only ones in the Kindling Realm. There were other Daoist Seeds here as well.
Under such circumstances, they might well disturb someone else's cultivation.
For Ancestral Gods cultivating, especially those immersed in comprehending Heaven and Earth Insight, a sudden disturbance could have extremely serious consequences.
One wrong turn, and they might suffer qi deviation on the spot.
So, just to be safe, they activated a ward before every sparring match to prevent the Shockwaves from spreading and affecting anyone else.
"Little brother Thirty-Six." After activating the ward, Xuan Seventy-One grinned, making the scar on his face look even more menacing. He chuckled. "Same rules as always. Attack however you like. If you can hit me, I lose."
"All right. Watch yourself!"
Qin Hao's fighting spirit surged.
He had some pent-up frustration, too.
Over the previous fifteen epochs, he had often sparred with Xuan Seventy-One and the others.
But he had been the one taking a beating every time.
Now he had made a breakthrough, though the gap between him and Xuan Seventy-One's group remained enormous.
Still, Qin Hao did not want to be on