Gazing at the desert storm that blotted out the sky, Shen Haoran and the others didn't dare hold anything back, unleashing their most powerful attacks from the very start.
Shen Haoran reached out, drawing forth and separating three colors of Spiritual Power before viciously slapping them together. A destructive aura emanated from his palms, instantly scattering the oppressive pressure of the world around them. The others immediately felt their bodies lighten as the Spiritual Power within them began to circulate rapidly.
Ling Feng, Murong Wanqing, and the others stared with fluttering hearts at the three colors of Spiritual Power clashing relentlessly in Shen Haoran's hands, their faces masks of pure shock. One had to understand, possessing two types of Spiritual Power already marked someone as a once-in-a-generation genius. Yet Shen Haoran had three. 'And more terrifying still, is he actually trying to forcibly fuse them all together?'
CRACK... CRACK...
