"Heaven's Mandate, the Four Symbols, wind, thunder, water, fire—all under my command!"
Facing the rival he most desired to defeat, Duan Qiuyang unleashed his full power, harnessing the Four Symbols for his own use.
In an instant, fierce winds howled, thunder rumbled and flashed, water waves surged, and the Fire Dragon roared, creating a terrifying spectacle.
"Good heavens, what is he doing? How did he manage that?"
Some spectators who had been focusing on Peng Jie, others watching the showdown between Yang Ning and Jiang Wuji, and still others observing Sima Zuo and Ma Shicheng,
were at this moment, almost unanimously captivated by Duan Qiuyang's technique.
"Are these visions truly congealed from Elixir Qi? They're even more marvelous than an Immortal King's spell battle!"
"Of course, Duan Qiuyang is concocting a ninth-grade King Elixir!"
"What, a ninth-grade King Elixir?"
"It seems that Duan Qiuyang must be at least a ninth-grade Pill King, right?"
