Chương 1597: Battling Han Qi

Hong, blazing white flames surged in Ling Han's body, and there were seals of great dao throbbing on them.

Han Qi's expression was filled with disdain. A mere Severing Mundane Tier clan… Just how strong could the celestial technique he cultivated actually be, then? Just look, those seals of great dao were not even complete, and he still planned to oppose him like this?

He was having delusions!

"En?" But he immediately discovered there was something off because the ice mist that he had released was presently melting, and the situation had returned to a tie between himself and Ling Han.

This…! This…! This…!

His face was filled with shock. His celestial technique had actually really been resisted.

How could that be?

The other's seals of great dao were not complete, and even then, it was enough to oppose him. Then if they were complete, would he still be a qualified match?

This was the descendant of a Severing Mundane clan?