'Not fast enough?'
"Then I'll just go all out and get faster!"
BOOM! The ground shattered. Chunks of frozen earth and rock flew into the air. Su Zhou casually grabbed the largest piece, focused his Spiritual Power into it, and then, with the textbook form of a baseball pitcher, hurled it at the National Preceptor with all his might.
The cold, hard rock was wreathed in purplish-cyan dragon patterns. Empowered by terrifying strength, it tore through the northern gale, obliterating the constantly falling snow. Whistling, it carved an arc through the air, aimed squarely at the center of the National Preceptor's chest.
Thrown with such force, never mind blocking it—even if one were to hide behind a shield or a fortress battlement, both the shield and the battlement would be blown to smithereens!
But what met it was not the National Preceptor's body. It was a Flying Sword, shooting forth, wreathed in Thunder Light!
