"Yulou, watch out!"
The onlookers watched in terror, and the Earth Rank elders of the Flying Immortal Sect were no less secretly alarmed.
"Wasn't Fang Qianyuan known for his vast reserves of origin energy and formidable physique? Grand, sweeping divine abilities and spells were his forte. Since when did he become skilled at such delicate techniques, so profound and concealed...?"
They had not acted rashly in testing Fang Qianyuan. Not only had they chosen the day Spellbreak City celebrated its victories and rewarded those who had earned merit, they had deliberately chosen a place like the Council Hall.
This was indoors. Even with formation arrays protecting it and making it far sturdier than ordinary buildings, they could hardly summon Earth Rank spirit creatures dozens of yards long, like tower ships and warships, to fight at will.
This was particularly disadvantageous for a Manifestation Dao Spirit Tamer like Fang Qianyuan.
Moreover, the divine abilities and spells Fang Qianyuan had displayed in the past were either Wind Blade Frost Sword, Wind Claw, or Frost Breath, combined with enhancements from the Seven-Kill Style and Army-Breaking Form. Every move was overpowering and peerlessly destructive, making them even harder to use in such a place.
Yet they had never expected him to reveal this strange technique of controlling strands of hair, making them slither like snakes.
For a moment, no one could discern what it was, leaving them bewildered and uncertain. Fang Qianyuan felt no such uncertainty. Having landed his first strike, he seized the moment while Li Yulou stood rigid and drove the hair forward again, sending it drifting in like smoke and mist.
Li Yulou's hair stood on end, his heart chilled with fear. These strands were anything but ordinary. Within them, he vaguely sensed a terrifying aura like that of a desolate