The battle reached its white-hot climax, the sky dyed in a riot of brilliant hues by the intertwining glow of various spiritual energies. At the Beiling Province Prodigy Tournament venue, the scene seemed transformed into the most dazzling stage in the entire cultivation world. The surrounding spectator cultivators held their breaths, terrified of missing even a single thrilling moment. The air was thick with a tense yet exhilarating atmosphere, and every roar of colliding spiritual energy reverberated through the heartstrings of everyone present.
Rippling waves, Shuiling'er's water dance. Shuiling'er moved with light, agile grace, resembling an elf amidst the azure ripples. Parting her lips in a low incantation, she waved her hands gently, and the surrounding air seemed imbued with life, transforming into tiny, murmuring streams that coiled around her. As her hand gestures shifted, the flowing water gradually gathered into crystalline water dragons that wound and coiled through the air, emitting a series of crisp, chiming sounds. Not only were these water dragons graceful in form, but they also harbored astonishing destructive power. Whenever they clashed with an opponent, they could use gentleness to overcome rigidity, dissolving the enemy's offensive maneuvers into nothingness.
Quicksand drifting shadows, Shawuhen's desert phantom. On the other side, Shawuhen made full use of the unique desert environment of Xunyang Province, his figure flickering in and out of the billo…
Chapter 18