The Power of Stars fell into Ning Jiang's hand, and the once-violent energy instantly became incredibly docile.
"How is that possible?"
Chu Xinghun was dumbfounded, staring at Ning Jiang's palm in disbelief. He saw Ning Jiang clutching a ball of starlight, which shimmered and flickered like water.
This scene made him feel like he was dreaming.
"You can control the Power of Stars, too?"
Chu Xinghun stared intently at Ning Jiang. A moment ago, he had dismissed Ning Jiang's words, but now things were different. The ease with which Ning Jiang had nullified his attack was a clear sign that he, too, could control the Power of Stars—and that his mastery over it far surpassed his own.
"Your application of the Power of Stars is pathetically shallow. I'll show you how it's truly meant to be used."
Ning Jiang's expression was indifferent. He gripped the starlight in his hand and tossed it upward.
SWISH SWISH SWISH...
