Above Witch City, the radiance of the disciples under Sanqing attaining the Dao had yet to fade completely. On the arenas to the other side, the battle intent of the Witch Race's Great Witches was likewise rising at a speed visible to the naked eye. Along the edges of those arenas, forged from the power of the Witch Race's bloodline, the patterns of martial laws grew rougher and heavier under the continuous feedback of battle, like earth being trampled firm over and over, becoming all the more solid after enduring enough impacts.
Chi You stood on the broadest arena in the center of Witch City, the Tiger Soul Saber in his hand like a breathing, blood-red rainbow. His gaze fixed on the figure opposite him—a disciple at the pinnacle of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, studying under a mighty reincarnated Chaos Demon God, whose movements were like the wind and whose laws operated with the precision of an array. Chi You had already exchanged several rounds with this opponent, the rhythm shifting with every clash, like two blades honing each other and finding angles of entry better suited to one another through repeated collisions.
The Tiger Soul Saber in Chi You's hand trembled slightly in another head-on collision, like ripples spreading over the surface of struck metal. That tremor traveled along the blade into his arm, then through the channels of his arm into the circulation of his bloodline throughout his body. Like a pebble cast onto water, it stirred an expanding ring of ripples within his Pangu Bloodline. The instant that ring touched the edge of his bloodline's circulation, he sensed a fissure he had never noticed before. It had not formed from injury, but was a space naturally created by his bloodline power at the utmost limit of