Ping Hu closed his eyes calmly. He had not moved an inch. A moment after that, the golden flame crashed against the white qi lotus. The sound of cracking came from where the two types of qi were crashing against each other.
"T....this is a lotus that has been made from yin." Fang Xian looked on with shock because, if it was yin this dense, only women could release the coldness of this level of yin.
"Maybe it's because he received the Qinglong's blood. That's why he can use this powerful yin," said Fang Dong.
At the same time, the people of the Qinglong Sect were chatting because they could sense the Qinglong's power from Ping Hu.
"He received the power directly from the trial, so he's stronger than us, those who have inherited this power from our ancestors," said the woman who was the leader of the Qinglong Sect.
"It is possible, Leader," said an elder of the Qinglong Sect.