Purple Sun Master and the old monk looked at Prince Qin standing quietly over there.
A surge of force rushed within Prince Qin, an intense, spirit-roaring aura stirred his Primordial Spirit, where friends, confidants, and everything he owned shattered as everything fell into place.
In the wind, a howl arose, causing ripples.
Purple Sun Master slowly lifted his eyes, gazing at the heavens above, where the dark clouds gradually gathered, collided, and swirled, the howling wind transforming faintly into the shape of a White Tiger and a Red Dragon, then dispersed again.
Purple Sun Master felt a tremor in his heart.
The opportunity for the Martial Arts Legend?!
He looked at the young man before him, but the flame of anger that ignited such things ultimately extinguished, for the Martial Arts Legend isn't a threshold one can surpass merely through a rage or stirred emotions. If it were so, how rare would be the legends of the world?
