"Huh?!!!"
Li Qian, who had been on the defensive against Lin Li, was stunned when he suddenly stopped his assault.
But it didn't take long for her to understand why.
WHOOSH...
A faint golden Spiritual Light materialized on Lin Li's right hand as the surrounding air rushed violently toward his palm. The scale of this technique was far greater than before, and the surging currents whipped up a fierce gale across the dueling ring.
The dust on the ring was swept up by the gale, swirling chaotically in the air.
Seeing the cloud of dust flying toward them from the ring, the spectating servants all ducked their heads to avoid it.
A faint golden Spiritual Light flashed in He Manyu's eyes. An invisible ripple spread out, and the dust blowing toward her and Zhu Xinru settled to the ground as it came within two or three meters of them.
