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Shock filled his eyes. The shield was circular, and the only way out was to dig through the stage or fly into the sky.
Flight was something everyone hoped to achieve, but only if they were gods or creators of very rare arts that taught them to fly.
Glancing at the stage, nothing disturbed it, making it seem like Yan Xiaobao hadn't escaped to the ground, astonishingly watching Yan Xiaobao floating in the air above Qi Fan.
The entire arena was silent. Yan Xiaobao had only just released the power of his Lower Dantian, yet here he was, floating on a small fan created by Qi's pearly white light.
Seeing him fly was shocking enough, but relying on Qi — which most cultivators wouldn't use once they entered the Middle Dantian due to their preference for spiritual energy — was truly incomprehensible.
