The Spirit Bowl

"Jianhuang Zhao, your Sword Energy Calabash is really weak. You really are just a piece of garbage," Qingfeng Li mocked Jianhuang Zhao.

At the sound of Qingfeng Li's taunts, the crowd fell silent. In the beginning, they had thought that Qingfeng Li acted too arrogant for his own good. But now that they had witnessed him fighting Jianhuang Zhao, they realized that Qingfeng Li had the ability to back his words up. If nothing else, at least he successfully defended against Jianhuang Zhao's powerful attacks.

On top of that, Qingfeng Li even managed to counterattack, enraging Jianhuang Zhao even more.

Jianhuang Zhao laughed coldly, his eyes raging with anger. He took out a big bowl from his interspatial ring. The big bowl was deep blue like the ocean, and it emitted a dazzling light.

Jianhuang Zhao tapped the big bowl, eliciting a crisp sound. The powerful spiritual attack formed a large Spirit Bowl several thousand meters wide that flew towards Qingfeng Li.