The old immortal Tianxing and others immediately chimed in: "We wish Guest Elder Fang a victorious start, making a name for himself!"
Fang Zhixing glanced around at everyone, remaining silent, as the Thousand-Autumn Bell suddenly appeared.
Under the uncertain and suspicious gazes of the crowd, the Thousand-Autumn Bell grew larger like a gust of wind, swelling swiftly until it became as large as a mountain.
"What is this..."
Baili Dongting's expression changed. Without hesitating, he opened a feather fan, with a landscape painting across it, and with a flick, it came to life.
But Fang Zhixing, poised and ready, acted faster, punching straight at the Thousand-Autumn Bell.
Dong~
In an instant, a massive sound wave erupted, sweeping through like a tide.
Heaven, earth, wind, thunder, mountain, marsh, water, fire!
