"Grey ring!"

the spreading speed of the gray light is like lightning. It's too fast to express in words. In a flash, it hit Xie Xuan.

Xie Xuan frowned. He could have used Ling Bo's Micro steps to take the lead in retreating a few steps, dodge the edge a bit, and then fight back. But now Xiao Qing is behind him. He can't dodge or retreat. He can only take the move that Zeng has written forcefully.

the blood droplets in the air sea whirled rapidly, and for a moment, the real Qi flowed like the Yangtze River and gathered in Xie Xuan's hands. Then Xie Xuan pressed his...