The shiny golden silhouette of an elaborate pagoda materialized over the figure of Xi. Streaks of bright rays of black and white colors zipped around the silhouette that glowed with the purple aura of the Virtue of Nobility. Like a Deity from legends and folklores, Xi closed the distance between him and Meng Qi. He smote furiously at him as if he was dispensing the judgment of Heaven, his fist striking with the terrifying force that even the air around them trembled at the destructive power he unleashed.
Feeling no need for talk and banter, Xi chose to eliminate Meng Qi to keep everything under wraps. The thick mists began to break apart and fade, and the aura of the energies of the Five Elements swirling around them was unstable and weak. This impeded anyone present to harness the forces of Nature where most practitioners of the Exterior Realms would lose more than half or even most of their powers!
