"Boom!"
A terrifying energy storm brewed over the arena, yet the two figures upon it continued their fierce battle.
"Bang!"
"Hiss!"
At one point, Ling Feng and Bolan clashed head-on, then each retreated to one side.
"Bolan, you really are strong."
Ling Feng watched Bolan calmly and drove his War Halberd into the arena. "Unfortunately, you're still going to lose to me!"
Those calm words rang out, instantly tightening Bolan's expression. It was not anger at Ling Feng's arrogance and contempt, but wariness of him.
He's getting serious!
Bolan tightened his grip on his Blood Sword and began drawing upon the Origin Laws.
Against Ling Feng, he did not dare let his guard down in the slightest, especially now that his opponent was getting serious.
Under everyone's expectant gazes, Ling Feng gently closed his eyes. Then the space between his brows stirred, producing a dazzling pattern of light that suddenly blazed brilliantly.
Could this be another Secret Art?!
That was Bolan's first thought, and the spectators shared his suspicion.
At that moment, they all stared at Ling Feng. He suddenly opened his eyes, his black pupils turning unfathomably deep. He spread his arms, and an extraordinary pulse rippled outward as swiftly as lightning.
At the same time, the entire enormous arena rumbled and shook, as though thunder had descended upon the world.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The next instant, beneath everyone's astonished gazes, eight towering pillars of different colors, so massive that their ends could not be seen, slowly rose from the void...
They were primordial and ancient, sacred and ethereal!
They spanned heaven and earth, pierced the void, and held incomparably terrifying power.
"This is... the eight laws' power?!"
In an instant, many immortal beings sprang from their seats in shock.
"Ling Feng can actually summon the eight laws' power?"