"I don't know," Zhen Heyu shook his head. "But even with Xiao Hua's strange flying technique, escaping alive from Qian Yuhe's magic treasure will be difficult! This so-called Nascent Soul hand is far inferior to a true Nascent Soul hand, but its restraining force is born from spiritual power. Xiao Hua is merely a mid Foundation Establishment cultivator; without an effective magic treasure, I fear he will find it hard to withstand it!"
"Let us see Xiao Hua's magic treasures!" Qian Fengju had naturally seen Xiao Hua's weakness at a glance as well.
Just as the two Golden Core cultivators were discussing in low voices, the situation on the Thunder Competition Ground changed dramatically!
Xiao Hua's figure strangely closed in on the wind pillar. Qian Yuhe within the pillar did not take it seriously at all, even sneering inwardly. He pointed at the five-fingered magic treasure within the wind pillar above his head, preparing to send out spiritual power to meet Xiao Hua's attack. Yet just as he had activated his spiritual power, before the Condensing Wind Claw could be unleashed, Xiao Hua suddenly rose into the sky again. As he flew, dozens—perhaps even over a hundred—yellow talismans drifted down like scattered willow catkins.
"Yellow talismans? How laughable..." Qian Yuhe nearly burst out laughing. He truly had not expected anyone to use yellow talismans in a life-and-death wager between Foundation Establishment cultivators. Yet he still did not dare be careless. As his spiritual power surged, a fountain-like spray of yellow sand rose up, blocking the talismans!
Boom, boom, boom! The moment the Condensing Wind Claw's spiritual power touched those yellow talismans, they exploded. Dozens, even over a hundred fireballs detonated violently, blasting the fountain-like yellow sand into fragments.
"What kind of yellow talismans are these?" Qian Yuhe began to understand