"Then I have nothing more to say, Lord Qin. Please."
As soon as Xu Yi finished speaking, Vice Commander Cao swept a hand through the air. The crowd scattered in every direction. Then Vice Commander Cao tapped the air, and four ink-black lines appeared, intersecting to form a hundred-zhang square. "The battle will take place within this area. Whoever steps beyond the lines loses."
"Vice Commander, doesn't that make it rather unfair for me to win?"
Right Vice Commander Qin teased.
Indeed, as he saw it, these rules were terribly unfair to Xu Yi.
The hundred-zhang square seemed large, but to him, it was like catching a turtle in a jar. The man surnamed Xu wouldn't even have a chance to run.
As soon as Right Vice Commander Qin finished speaking, Xu Yi moved. A streak of light flashed. In the next instant, a line of blood appeared across Right Vice Commander Qin's face. Bright droplets of blood, like enormous, dazzling orbs, pierced the onlookers' eyes and exploded in their hearts.
Then Xu Yi leaped out of the ring.
Silence!
Dead silence!
The shock was like a hundred thousand acres of snowy mountains collapsing into a towering tsunami, crashing down from the ninth heaven and sweeping away everyone's understanding of the world.
No one but Vice Commander Cao had seen what Xu Yi did in that instant.
And Vice Commander Cao was even more shaken precisely because he had seen it.
He couldn't imagine that Xu Yi had condensed a fourth-rank divine sense. Nor could he imagine that his bizarre, terrifying movement technique had even surpassed that of a Yang Venerate expert like himself.
As for the sharp point Xu Yi had thrust out, piercing Right Vice Commander Qin's defenses, that shocked him even more. He knew very well that