Xu Yi clearly saw the tiny swords of divine sense bending space, stirring ripples as they carried an aura of death and surged toward him from every direction.
His divine sense stirred, and walls of pure white thought sprang into being one after another. The instant the tiny swords struck them, a tremendous shudder of the soul shook the depths of both Xu Yi's and Third Young Master Yun's spiritual platforms.
The tiny swords of divine sense kept dissolving, while the thought walls kept crumbling; both were constantly vanishing and re-forming. At the same time, the True Soul Figures deep within their spiritual platforms trembled without pause. The agony of having their true souls shaken was almost beyond the limits of endurance.
Xu Yi was deeply shocked. The Yun Family was royalty, so it was no surprise that they possessed supreme techniques. The escape art Third Young Master Yun had just displayed, for instance, far surpassed his own.
Xu Yi knew his newly mastered Lightning Control Art was backed by the boost of a fourth-tier divine sense formed from particles, yet it still could not surpass the Yun Family's ancestral divine art.
But he had never expected that, once they actually fought, an attack casually unleashed by Third Young Master Yun would carry such power.
Those tiny swords of divine sense gathered and scattered, scattered and gathered again, as if they would never run out. His thought walls, on the other hand, shattered one after another and then re-formed. In terms of the subtlety of their techniques alone, the tiny swords of divine sense Third Young Master Yun displayed outclassed Xu Yi's thought walls by more than a thousand miles.
What Xu Yi could never have imagined was that, if anyone was shocked, Third Young Master Yun was far more