Xiao Ming was momentarily stunned, then shook his head with a wry laugh. "You have backbone."
Almost as his words fell, he suddenly cupped his palm, raising it to the heavens.
Swish!
Only to see that eight-foot spirit mark sweep through the skies, stirring a boundless five-colored storm, encompassing the five elements, revealing myriad phenomena.
With effortless grace, a terrifying cloud mass formed out of the spirit mark, condensing a dazzling array of colors, appearing out of thin air.
The clouds billowed majestically; a closer look would reveal the surging energy within nearly woven into countless interlaced spirit patterns, emanating a dread might capable of crushing the arena.
As if the Cataclysmic Cloud of heavenly disaster forged of the power of the Five Elements, threatening to end the world.
"Five-Element Cataclysm!"
Yue Hong narrowed his eyes, murmuring sotto voce.
This was truly Xiao Ming's true strength revealed!
The real killing move!
