He thrust forward and as the air shattered, a storm of crimson exploded from the spear, spiraling into a massive beam of condensed qi.
It tore across the garden like a demonic inferno, splitting the air with a deafening roar, shaking leaves from branches and sending spiritual butterflies fleeing.
Fang Yuan felt the force rush toward him.
Ah… this could indeed force a Peak Nascent Soul cultivator to defend properly.
Not bad, Xiao Pei.
But he didn't make a move and simply stared at it.
At the very last moment, as the crimson blast was about to swallow him whole, Fang Yuan raised two fingers… and flicked.
Snap.
The entire technique seemed to collapsed as the swirling beam shattered like glass, dispersing harmlessly into gentle sparks that drifted down like crimson petals onto the grass.
Silence grabbed attention of the place as Xiao Pei stood frozen, mouth open, his spear still extended mid-thrust.
And then it spilled.
"BROTHER FANG!!! THAT'S NOT FAIR!!"
