A sharp pain stabbed through his spiritual platform—the kind that made Gong Xiuhua feel grateful. Only pain could pierce his frozen heart and let him rejoice that he was still alive.
Xu Yi had used only one move, and Gong Xiuhua had been utterly convinced by his defeat.
If Xu Yi had used some extraordinary artifact, he might not have been convinced. But Xu Yi had wielded an object with his soul sense.
Everyone knew that wielding objects with soul sense was the hardest thing to do when fighting someone of the same rank. For one thing, an opponent's soul sense could interfere, making it difficult to maintain control.
And soul sense could only wield objects weighing a hundred or so pounds, which could easily be swept aside by the true baleful energy one summoned. That was why soul-sense attacks were all but useless against opponents of the same rank.
Yet Xu Yi had used this very tactic to break through his true baleful energy with ease. Only someone caught in the middle of it could fully appreciate the terror of those golden threads filling the sky, like death closing in.
What Xu Yi had used was the Immortal Slaying Spear. He didn't care whether others recognized it. Even if they did, he was sure the Zhou Family would help him deny it. Besides, once he revealed its origins, the Zhou Family would be even more afraid.
In truth, the Immortal Slaying Spear was exceedingly precious and rarely shown to outsiders. Had Xu Yi not named where it came from, even Zhou Zongshi might not have guessed that the little golden spear was the Immortal Slaying Spear.
"Haha, good lad! Anyone still unconvinced? Come on up and try your luck!"
Deng Blackface made no effort to hide his appreciation for