At this moment, the True Qi within him surged to its peak, rushing and rolling through his meridians at a nearly frenzied speed. Every pulse was accompanied by a violent tremor of air, producing a muffled roar akin to the roar of an ancient beast.
Shi Feiyang's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, locking intensely onto Xie Zhichuan, Fu Anxing, and Wan Liupiao, with the flames of inevitable victory burning in their depths.
His hands quickly drew back, pressing against his sides, where True Qi converged in his palms to form two small vortices. They madly absorbed the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, causing the air around to visibly distort.
With his movements, his clothes flapped wildly, billowed by the True Qi as if they were about to break free from their bindings.
