Xiang Zhengqing sneered and strode aggressively towards Shi Hao.
He had to win this battle, and win it cleanly and beautifully—after all, the sect's big shots were watching him.
"Die!" he bellowed, suddenly accelerating like a wild bull charging at Shi Hao.
Shi Hao stood with his hands behind his back, appearing calm and collected.
How arrogant.
The crowd shook their heads; someone at the second stage of Soul Nurturing launched an attack with such formidable momentum, and yet you stand there as if facing no threat?
What a joke.
For each step difference in Soul Nurturing, the disparity in strength is like that between heaven and earth. Even an exceptional talent like Liu Shixuan can only surpass by one minor realm.
Could Shi Hao compare to Liu Shixuan?
Such a talent comes along perhaps once in a hundred years—holy shit!
The onlookers were dumbfounded because Xiang Zhengqing had turned into a shooting star, flying back even faster than he had come.