The pavilion fell deathly silent.
The Cloud Mist Tea Yun Heng had spat out landed on Master Beiku's black, viscous "face," giving off a faint sizzle and sending up wisps of barely visible green smoke.
After several breaths, Zhang Luye broke the frozen atmosphere with his rough voice.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
He shot to his feet.
"How could a Third-order Martial Artist possibly use the Four Seasons Sword Array?"
No one in the pavilion paid any attention to his roar.
Li Guitang's figure had not changed in the slightest, but the five fingers of his right hand, resting on his knee, had spread slightly. The razor-sharp aura around him firmly locked onto the evil thoughts leaking from Master Beiku.
Yun Heng, meanwhile, stood frozen in place. He was not only worried about Li Wei; he was also worried that the mouthful of tea he had just spat out might make this abyssal colossus before him throw a tantrum on the spot.
Several more breaths passed.
The crack on Master Beiku's "face" began to churn again, and it even seemed to smack its lips once.
Then, in a rather disappointed tone, as though he had failed to enjoy the exciting continuation of a play, he spoke.
"What a pity. What a pity."
"I thought she was an uncarved jade, but who would have thought she was merely eager for quick success?"
"To reveal her trump card as soon as the battle began was truly unwise."
Those were precisely the things Yun Heng and Li Guitang were worried about.
They were both Martial Immortals, so they could naturally see that the Four Seasons Sword Array's consumption was so enormous that it was absolutely beyond the ability of a Lower Third Order Martial Artist to control.
Li Wei appeared to be slaughtering everything