"The treasure passed down through our lineage for a thousand years—everyone's already more familiar with its functions than they could possibly be. But it's only been used in actual combat a handful of times." The Grandmaster snorted and slipped into his own zombie body, transforming into the Nine-Yang Realm. Then he gave the ruler a light wave, and a powerful gust instantly shot out. The ruler's shadow looked almost transparent, yet the square shape of its form could still be seen. When it reached Zu Xinghai, it suddenly measured his height. "Seven feet two inches. Heh heh."
I froze. In this desperate battle to the death, why was the Grandmaster measuring Zu Xinghai's height for no reason? Was he planning to tailor a shroud for him?
Everyone was paying close attention to the battle between Nine-Yang Realm experts. For the Grandmaster to actually use a ruler to measure his opponent's height was indeed taking the joke a little too far.
Yet we were all puzzled and disdainful, thinking the Grandmaster was merely acting arrogantly and deliberately provoking his opponent. But for some unknown reason, a chill flashed through Zu Xinghai's eyes. The wrinkles between his brows twisted into a ferocious knot, as though he had suffered some fatal blow.
After measuring his opponent's height, the Grandmaster had no real intention of using it for anything. Instead, he directed the Silver Zombies Luo Feng and Mu Cuiying to float nearby and launch attacks from a distance.
"Interesting. My turn, then, right? Eat my Arctic Immortal-Breaking Dust!" After reciting a few incantations, Zu Xinghai angrily whipped his horsetail whisk. In an instant, hundreds of strands and thousands of threads scattered into the air. They drifted and swayed like snow, utterly weightless. Yet those silver threads drifted away on the wind and directly