"It's Hu Aotian. I heard he was defeated by Shen Yi some time ago. I never expected him to challenge him again today. He truly refuses to give up!"
"Hmph, what lofty-sounding words. Shen Yi clearly beat him so badly that he was seriously injured, and he only recovered recently. Since he has not completed his mission, he can only attempt to intercept and kill Shen Yi again, staking everything on one throw."
"If you ask me, he is doomed to lose this time, unless he has someone to help him."
No one was surprised by Hu Aotian's appearance. Previously, he and Shen Yi had each won one battle, leaving them even. Yet those fights had delayed their chance to capture and kill the Descenders. Now that the final deadline of the Myriad Races Competition was drawing near, he had come partly for revenge and partly to stake everything on one throw.
The Geng Metal Killing Art rose once more. This time, Hu Aotian was brimming with fury, and its might surpassed even before. It instantly enveloped the surroundings, giving Shen Yi no chance to respond before launching its attack. Thousands upon thousands of sword shadows converged into a massive sword and cleaved down savagely.
This strike made everyone's expressions change drastically. They had not expected that Hu Aotian, during his recovery, had comprehended the Geng Metal Killing Art once more. Its power naturally could not be mentioned in the same breath as before. The instant he struck, everyone felt an inexplicable pressure coil around them, making even breathing difficult.
Looking again at the seawater beneath their feet, it was now surging and churning as though drawn by some immense force. It leapt into the sky and wrapped around the phantom of the giant sword. A cold, stern killing intent