"Ten moves to determine the winner?" Wang Qingchen could not help but smile. "There is no need for so many. Three moves and we will know who is stronger!"
Swoosh!
Wang Qingchen's hands swiftly and skillfully formed a seal. When everyone looked over, they could only catch the afterimage.
The deep wizard power in his body was like an erupting volcano, but it was being compressed and rotated between his palms.
At a glance, one could see two round-shaped blades radiating dangerous auras in his left and right hands.
"Wizard power could actually be compressed to such a degree?" The expressions of the four helm leaders of the Saint Lady Temple were incredulous.
A look of dread appeared on their faces. Despite their vast experience, they felt awed in the face of wizard power that was compressed to the extreme.
