"It was an illusion."
The uncle whose four fingers had pierced through Yincao's throat replied with a smile, "It was both an illusion and swordsmanship—a sword technique that surpassed your Flower Immortal Eye illusions."
Swordsmanship?
The onlookers in the arena were all stunned.
A legendary sword technique surfaced in their minds in unspoken unison...
"Illusion Sword Technique?"
On the other side, Hundred Ghosts cried out in shock.
His Cross-Shaped Heterochromatic Eye opened wide, yet he discovered that he could not mobilize the power of Sacred Blood to shatter this space with annihilating force.
At this moment.
Hundred Ghosts' pair of overlapping azure-and-orange heterochromatic eyes stared in incomprehensible shock at another slovenly uncle before him.
The uncle held between two fingers a drop of Sacred Blood that refused to be restrained and sought freedom.
That was the Sacred Blood Hundred Ghosts had taken out!
But.
When had the Sacred Blood been stolen? "Your illusions..."
Facing the shock of the entire audience, the slovenly uncle merely smiled and shook his head. "Showing off an axe before Lu Ban. Nothing more than that."
As he spoke, he casually stored the Sacred Blood in his ring. Then, pointing at Yincao—whose throat had been pierced by the other uncle's four fingers—he asked Hundred Ghosts:
"If I kill him, will you be so frightened that you tell me where Lord Huangquan is?"
Hundred Ghosts' pupils contracted sharply.
His eyes darted back and forth as he stared in disbelief at the uncle before him, split into two yet simultaneously holding two Cutting Path experts in check.
What ability was this? What level of cultivation was this?
"Impossible!"
Hundred Ghosts was going mad. Even as a Cutting Path expert, he could not discern how the laws of this place were arranged. He cried out in alarm, "You don't