After putting away the three Ice Profound Swords, Lin Yi's mind stirred. Seven Shattered Yuan Swords suddenly shot out, their tips pressing against Cao Zhu's vital points—the center of his brows, throat, and heart.
Cao Zhu's mind was wracked with unbearable pain from Lin Yi's Divine Transformation Needle. Seeing the Shattered Yuan Swords pressed against his vital points, he was instantly horrified and hurriedly shouted, "Stop! I concede, I concede!"
Cao Zhu had never expected that there would be such a terrifying expert as Lin Yi in Flame City. With only two attacks, Lin Yi had already plunged him into a life-or-death crisis.
He knew full well that this was no time to act tough.
"Boo!"
Seeing Cao Zhu concede, the surrounding Flame City symbol masters immediately broke into a chorus of jeers. Many of them even hurled Cao Zhu's earlier words right back at him, making his face turn livid with rage.
But in the face of death, he did not even dare open his mouth.
On the corridor, Zi Yue was also startled by this scene.
She had not expected Lin Yi to defeat Cao Zhu with only two attacks. If he wished, he could even take Cao Zhu's life with ease.
At this moment, Zi Yue could not help thinking of what Lin Yi had said to her earlier in the bamboo hut.
Clearly, Lin Yi's words had not been empty boasts.
"It's better not to be too arrogant," Lin Yi said with a faint smile. He casually recalled the Shattered Yuan Swords and dispelled the Divine Transformation Needle. Then his figure flashed, and he landed back on the corridor.
"Let's go. We're heading back. There's nothing worth seeing here at the Symbol Master Association anymore."
With that, Lin Yi strode off first.
Lin Dong naturally followed