Who is the Chosen One?

Feng Wuding's confidence was reignited.

He released a battle cry. It was all right. His advantage lay in the fact that he had more power behind him. At present, he was only slightly inferior to Ling Han. When he advanced to the Fourth Tier, he would then be able to surpass Ling Han. At the very least, they would be evenly matched.

When he advanced to the Fifth Tier, he would be able to suppress Ling Han in terms of raw power.

"Take a finger from me!" he said balefully. He gave a tap with his finger, and endless brilliance condensed at the tip of his finger, pressing down towards Ling Han.

This attack was extremely terrifying, as if even the defense formed by a Sixth Tier could be easily shattered.

Ling Han's gaze became focused. This tap was indeed extraordinary, condensing all of Feng Wuding's power into a single point; the destructive power naturally increased by tons.