The dragon-shaped Qi was closing into Shen Lian at unimaginable speed; it was ready to destruct Shen Lian, and the air was nothing more than a piece of paper for it to tear across.
At that moment, all of the Taisu disciples held their breath. In fact, they felt sorry for Shen Lian – what a waste of talent!
Unless the person had a grudge against Shen Lian, no one could bear to see someone as charming as Shen Lian disappear from the world.
As for Shen Lian, time seemed to be passing painstakingly slow. His heart was clear, and he could feel the external space boundaries being shattered layer by layer. It was alternating between fast and slow speed, but the Qi strength that shattered through the air could clearly be felt in his heart.