"I'm going to bring you down to earth."
His gaze grew fiercer. He was a prodigy, an exceptional cultivator. At the fifth stage of the Nascent Soul, he had mastered the first three movements of the Eight Divine Gates technique. He could not be humiliated like this.
He exhaled slowly, his Qi surging around him.
"First Gate..."
The sky above them instantly darkened. Black clouds formed, swirling in a menacing dance as lightning crackled across the horizon. The air grew heavy, saturated with static electricity.
Without hesitation, Qiu Jian lunged at his opponent, his spear crackling with energy. He struck with all the power amassed in his body.
But BaiShe barely moved.
At the last moment, he dodged the spear tip with a fluid motion and grabbed Qiu Jian's sleeve with a simple gesture.
"How—?!"
Without warning, he brutally pulled the young prodigy toward him, and his knee shot up at a blistering speed.
