Going to Battle

No one had expected Six Yin Superior to intervene midway through the fight, so everyone was rather shocked. Even Ding Hui and Yan Qiu stopped where they were and looked at Six Yin Superior in surprise.

Everyone was guessing: if the two had truly exchanged that final blow instead of being blocked by Six Yin Superior's Qi Wall, who would have come out on top?

It could be said that Yan Qiu would have won. After all, Liu Yin had deep ties with the Ding family, and perhaps he feared that Ding Hui, a junior, would suffer a blow to his confidence after this battle. Having seen the outcome, he intervened out of goodwill.

It could also be said that Ding Hui had held the advantage. Yan Qiu was, after all, Liu Yin's subordinate, and they had already lost one round.

If they lost another, not only would it look bad, but their own ranks might become unsettled. It was only natural for him to interfere; after all, Six Yin Superior had the strength to disregard the rules.

"Fine. As High Person says, this battle will count as a draw. But sooner or later, we will determine who truly wins and who loses."

Ding Hui sheathed his sword and coldly glanced at Yan Qiu. Deep down, he was startled by the other man's strength. Yan Qiu had actually remained unaffected by his Great Reversal Sword Intent—he truly was a worthy opponent.

Yan Qiu withdrew his fierce Killing Intent, tucked his hands back into his sleeves, and retreated to the side of Kuang Du, the Xiantian Expert of horizontal training. At the same time, he resumed his former stiff, wooden expression, hiding his brilliance and concealing his depths. No one could have guessed that he was a great devil of the