Xiao Dao extended his right hand, and suddenly, a dark yellow glow appeared in the palm of his hand, spinning continuously. Although it was only the size of a cigarette, it emitted a whistling wind noise on his palm.
In the void, streams of Spiritual Energy were continuously absorbed into it, vanishing without a trace.
Following that, the glow grew larger and larger.
Before long, it had become the size of a miniature flashlight.
Elder Xiao took a sharp breath, his face showing fear.
He felt his remaining strength waver, as if it was about to be drawn out by the dark yellow glow.
He said angrily, "Xiao Dao, how audacious of you to turn the Furious Dragon Tornado into such a dreadful forbidden technique. Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
Xiao Dao laughed loudly, "Grandpa Zeng, don't scare me. What is divine retribution? I have never seen it before. I only know that in this world, the strong rule, and it's survival of the fittest!"
