Heroic Spirits Reaching the Clouds

"The Demonic Fairy, if you want to continue the fight, then I shall keep you company. Why be so tough on a kid?"

Ling Xian stood upright with his hand clasped behind his back. Peerlessly in white, his ambiance was immortal-like and out of this world.

His temperament and his stance played with everyone’s heartstrings.

"Don’t think that just because I lost that last round, you can take me down. F*ck off!" The Demonic Fairy, enraged, formed a fist. Instantly, the shadow of a dragon wrapped around her arm with dashing prowess!

"Losing one round still counts as a loss. Why play tough in front of the person who just defeated you?"

Ling Xian frowned as he, too, formed a fist. Though no spiritual energy nor fancy techniques were involved, the fist he made still appeared to be Godly enough that a single swing could destroy the mountain and the river!

Booom!

The two fists met. As if two stars collided, the earth that surrounded the two caved in!