Jiang Ruhong said quickly, afraid Chu Lingguang would go back on his word.
"We don't need to go to the Martial Arts Arena."
Chu Lingguang said.
"Then where?"
Jiang Ruhong frowned.
"Right here."
Chu Lingguang said calmly.
"Here? Aren't you afraid my Water Spiritual Power will tear this courtyard you and your master share to pieces?"
Jiang Ruhong said with a laugh.
"HAHAHA!"
The group of supporters behind him roared with laughter.
"Are you ready?"
Chu Lingguang asked, his expression calm.
"Ready."
Jiang Ruhong's expression turned grim, Water Spiritual Power gathering in his palm, poised to strike.
At his word, Chu Lingguang casually waved a hand.
In an instant, all the surrounding Gold Spiritual Power seemed to converge in his palm. Those with Spiritual Roots attuned to Gold Spiritual Power felt their own power drain away, as if they had been transported to a place barren of spiritual energy. Even the air they breathed felt exceptionally dry.
Beyond that,
