The entire shoulder was penetrated by the Dust of Man.
"A single speck of dust, yet it condenses the spirit of ten directions."
"Interesting."
Right in front, Bai Xiao remained motionless, still standing at that spot on the south side of the square. He quietly watched as the imposing Dust of Man flew towards him.
"Ding!!!"
"Boom!!!"
A massive explosion sounded, causing the surrounding invisible air to become a tangible presence, forming visible ripples that instantly spread out.
The airwaves were pushed simultaneously, sweeping across the entire square.
The robes of many spectators fluttered noisily, their eyes already unable to open, their skin rippling like water waves. Some were even swept away by the aftermath, rolling and tumbling back for ten to twenty meters before stopping.
"Damn."
"Yan Beixuan is starting off with a big one!"
"The Dust of Man strike, so far it seems that no one in the Transformation Realm has been able to fully withstand it."
