How should one put it? It was an exceedingly mysterious sensation.
The instant Ling Qianbi stepped onto the Five Immortal Arena, Ye Zhen sensed a towering tree abruptly and awkwardly sprouting within the range of his soul perception, giving him an intensely uncomfortable feeling.
It was like a sapling belonging to someone else suddenly growing in one's own little patch of land. How could that possibly feel good?
Instinctively, Ye Zhen was extraordinarily wary of the man before him, who exuded a yin and gentle aura all over. He immediately pushed Clear Heart Sword Intent to its limit.
His Spiritual Sense had already sunk into his spirit palace, where two Profound Fire Drills were gathering power. The moment the black-robed steward declared the battle open, he would blast this yin and gentle man before him—Ling Qianbi, a ninth-layer Mystic Palace Realm cultivator—straight out of the arena.
"Begin!"
Whoosh!
The piercing shriek of the Profound Fire Drills tearing through the air rang out, but the moment they left his hand, Ye Zhen's expression froze.
He had vanished!
Ling Qianbi's aura had actually disappeared.
Yet only his aura had disappeared. As far as the eye could see, Ling Qianbi still stood five hundred meters opposite Ye Zhen.
His eyes could see him, but his soul aura could not be sensed.
Unable to sense his soul aura, Ye Zhen's Profound Fire Drills lost much of their accuracy.
Ling Qianbi merely shifted and flashed aside slightly, and Ye Zhen's two Profound Fire Drills missed their target, crashing into the protective barrier.
As he shifted aside, Ling Qianbi suddenly formed an incomparably graceful orchid-finger gesture. His slender waist swayed with it, instantly giving him an air of boundless charm.
The sight made Ye Zhen shudder in disgust.
This person was a man.
Yet in that