Void Island had been beaten into silence.
Echoing by everyone's ears were only the few mocking taunts Xu Xiaoshou had spat out after driving a sword into the manifested will of Saint Emperor Wangze.
His chain of attacks had flowed with astonishing smoothness. His use of Red Plum Three Flow: Falling Petals Realm was like something he had rehearsed countless times in his mind.
The instant Saint Emperor Wangze was blown apart, he followed up with the move.
There was nowhere to run, nowhere to evade.
Across the vast Void Island, beneath Xu Xiaoshou's tiger-eyed sweep, Saint Emperor Wangze could not find even an inch of ground to hide in.
"He was clearly so unreliable..." someone murmured shakily.
Yes, Xu Xiaoshou was absurdly unreliable!
When he hid, he hid better than a turtle, terrified of drawing even the tiniest scrap of attention.
But when he let loose, he was doubly flamboyant and utterly unrestrained. Even "grandstanding for attention" could not describe him.
Every move, every stance, every sword, every taunt.
He killed bodies and pierced hearts, every sentence drawing blood.
Xu Xiaoshou had pushed his silver tongue to its utmost limit. Some words made even spectators writhe in unbearable embarrassment, yet he could utter them as naturally as breathing.
Yet this very unreliable fellow had forcibly blown apart Saint Emperor Wangze! If that previous remote Dragon-Fusion Realm detonation had reduced Saint Emperor Wangze to a blood-soaked man, then because of the distance, everyone had only found it absurd, their feelings still not quite real.
But when the Spirit Mirror showed Saint Emperor Wangze's ghostly face going from blurred, to solid under the beating, to finally twisted, everyone was struck dumb along with him.
One punch, one punch, then another punch...
From the First Hall of Sin, to the Fallen Abyss,