'This person... just who the hell are they? How can they be so powerful and terrifying?'
'I've never heard of anyone like this before. Could they be the heir of some Hidden Immortal Sect or Noble Family who has just emerged into the world?'
'They're unbelievably strong. How is anyone supposed to fight this?'
Inside the palace, Xia Jie, the third son of Prince Wuxuan, was clad in golden armor and held a Red Feather Fan wreathed in flames. His expression was grave, but he couldn't hide his shock and dismay.
With a wave of his Feather Fan, he sent forth dazzling crimson hurricanes. Rosy light swirled within them, and the temperature was so terrifyingly high that it scorched the very Void, leaving behind blurry afterimages.
The fiery light was a raging, roaring sea, laced with lightning. Its power was immense, seeming to turn the entire space crimson.
