BANG...
The moment Xu Hao's voice faded, two figures shot out from the dust cloud—Shen Haoran and the Golden Death Warrior. The instant they emerged, they charged at each other again, clashing in fierce combat in the blink of an eye.
Their speed was incredible. Even Xu Hao could only make out fleeting afterimages, to say nothing of the other disciples from the Qi Refining Sect. All they could see were the visible shockwaves rippling outward; they couldn't even discern the afterimages of Shen Haoran and his opponent.
Xu Hao stared at the two figures battling furiously in mid-air, a cold sweat beading on his forehead. The fight was just too intense. Every blow landed with brutal force, with neither side holding anything back. The longer Xu Hao watched, the more horrified and terrified he became. Suddenly, he froze, his eyes wide with disbelief. He gaped at Shen Haoran above, his mouth hanging open uncontrollably.
