Tang Shanhong had always been hiding his true strength; everyone else thought he was a Spirit Qi Master who had perfected the Sixth Realm, and also a venerated Refiner Grandmaster.
However...
Using Qi Transforming Refinement.
He bent over, extended a hand, and mystic ice adhered to his right hand. With a calm expression, Tang Shanhong gripped the magma within the ice, and under the gaze of the few around him, he drew forth a Magma Fire Sword.
"Six years ago, I was no longer a Great Master of Artifact Refining."
With a light breath, the frost and molten lava mingled together, presenting a bizarre yet palpable existence. Tang Shanhong lifted his head and said indifferently:
"Refiner Grandmaster, founder of a school."
Ordinarily, facing such a greatly flawed move by Tang Shanhong, Zhou Li would have instantly thrown lime at him followed by a vicious kick.
But the air twisting coldly around Tang Shanhong reminded him not to court death.
Courting death would mean actual death.
