On the arena stage, the outcome was already clear to any discerning eye.
After half an incense stick of time, the youth in yellow robes conceded, his face ashen.
Zhang Xuan's figure materialized from the Void, silent and without a trace, as if he had simply stepped out of empty air.
Qin Feng glanced at the other arenas, his interest waning. 'I might as well use this time to get familiar with the Fire of Hope I just finished refining.'
Qin Feng returned to his seat in the Houwu District and closed his eyes to cultivate.
The Primordial Level True Power within him had a quality that far surpassed the limits of ordinary True Power, flowing gently like a silver star river.
Two Spirit Veins had replaced some of his meridians. The crimson Fire Element Spirit Vein resembled a Red Dragon, looking incredibly potent.
Qin Feng circulated the Five Mountains Divine Secret Technique. As this Spirit Vein condensed, the faint shape of a crimson Flame Divine Mountain appeared within it.
