The monk brandishing the trident as if he were wielding a Zen staff, the staff tracing through the air stirred up a tempest of wind and thunder. In an instant, it was as if a mighty dragon exhaled.
The trajectory of the trident's swings resembled the sinuous path of a dragon.
Tang Xian realized, wasn't this Tang Feiji?
Elements surged forth without restraint, and even though Tang Xian's movement was as fast as Lei Xiao, the battlefield gradually filled with more and more wind, thunder, fire, and rain, each element carrying a devastating intent.
Yet Tang Xian wasn't afraid.
However, he was curious, could it be that the monk's Fahai Seven Styles were a concentrated form of the abilities of the Sea God's seven great servants?
The previous turtle form, was it actually Cleveland, that enormous Sea Turtle?
With that thought, the monk had already moved on to the next style, the Shark Form.
Finally, he was no longer standing still; his speed suddenly became lightning fast.
