"I surrender!"
"Help, referee, save me!"
Those poisonous feathers rose like ten thousand swords taking flight, bearing down with a force that pierced through all things, leaving Xi Yusheng's face stricken with panic.
He completely lost his composure.
Even though he subconsciously knew that admitting defeat aloud in such a battle might leave him unable to hold his head up before all these outstanding talents ever again.
He also knew that Xu Xiaoshou's sword might merely be an empty-city stratagem, perhaps incapable of unleashing even half its power.
After all, he was only at the Yuan Ting Realm. How could he possess both an innate body and Grandmaster Sword Will?
Yet Xi Yusheng still panicked.
He did not dare gamble.
Face was a small matter; life was a great one.
If that one-in-ten-thousand possibility came to pass, he would not even have the chance to develop a heart demon.
Calling for help, Xi Yusheng flashed aside.
Yet Xu Xiaoshou's sword momentum showed no intention of stopping.
Returning the other's way unto himself—honestly, Xu Xiaoshou did not want to stop either.
Before everyone's horrified eyes, those tens of thousands of poisonous feathers tore through the air with the most brutal force, utterly shattering the last shred of fantasy in everyone's hearts.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."
Myriad Swords Return to the Sect!
Ten Thousand Feathers Fired as One!
"Help—"
Xi Yusheng could no longer conceal the terror in his voice and directly cried out the frailty buried deep within his heart.
Finally, just as the poisonous feathers he had launched were about to pierce his own body, a white angelic figure appeared before him.
Without a word, the referee raised a hand.
The void hummed and trembled, and a cyan light screen spread out before him.
The tens of thousands of poisonous feathers