"Not good!"
Mo Tianling's heart shook with horror. Feeling the deadly threat rushing into his face, a despair rose within him, like that of a man about to drown.
He had spent more than a year slaughtering his way across bloody battlefields, enduring incomparably brutal tempering.
Yet this was the first time he had experienced what was called the great terror between life and death!
In that instant, he even felt as if his fighting spirit had collapsed, as if all thoughts had turned to ashes.
Struggle?
Resist?
Fight for his life?
Those thoughts all seemed to have been smashed apart, leaving his mind utterly blank.
And under countless gazes from outside the arena, everyone saw an inconceivable scene.
Mo Tianling stood there as if his soul had left his body, frozen in a daze.
But Su Yi's hands, which had pressed down so lightly, suddenly swept through the air and shifted their position.
Boom!
The air trembled, the sonic boom like a muffled thunderclap.
The entire arena, forged of refined iron, shook in that instant. The fierce wind it stirred up let out a shrill whistle, blowing Mo Tianling's long hair into the air and making his robes snap and flutter.
"What kind of martial art is that?"
The entire venue fell silent. The important figures of Guangling City and Fallen Cloud City could not help but suck in cold breaths.
The Earthly Fiend Rushing Thunder Hand Mo Tianling had used was Cloud Radiance Marquis's famed consummate skill of many years, a first-rate killing art.
But the martial art Su Yi had used was simply like the method of an immortal!
Though that strike had seemed light as a feather, it was like a great mansion on the verge of collapse, like the dome of heaven pressing down to