The moment Fang Qingyuan appeared, a flash of joy crossed Chunyu Hua's face. He hadn't expected Fang Qingyuan to be so easily provoked, coming out after just a single taunt.
But before he could even order Qing Ji to flank him, Chunyu Hua's expression suddenly changed.
In the pool before him, his spiritual sense detected a massive and extremely condensed ripple originating from Fang Qingyuan's position. The ripple vibrated the water between them into a trail of foam, carving a straight tunnel through the pool that reached his face in an instant.
It was that move again—the same technique he had just used against the Cyan Flood Dragon. It was immensely powerful, specialized in attacking the soul, and difficult to defend against.
But Chunyu Hua wasn't too flustered. He was confident his own defenses could block such a technique completely.
But could they truly block it completely?
