Shi Hao charged forward like a meteor, the Immortal Qi swirling around him, holy light shining down. He formed a Dharma Seal with his hand, attacking the white-robed young man, Mo Dao.
Without a doubt, at this moment his momentum reached a peak; at the very least, it felt to people like it had reached the zenith of power that two strands of Immortal Qi could exhibit.
Like the revival of the son of an ancient True Immortal, resplendent divine light burst forth, terrifying waves surging, suppressing everything.
Shi Hao was too fast; in the blink of an eye, he was in front of his opponent, the Dharma Seal descending!
Mo Dao's expression was serious. As he lifted his hands, nine great Dharma Seals were formed, rumbling loudly, like heavenly thunder resounding at this place. His hands moved too quickly.
He was employing an ancient technique, creating nine Dharma Seals in one breath, merging them into one with unparalleled power.
