The moment the white mist enveloped the area and the Red-wart old man took a step forward, a bone-chilling terror rose in his heart. The fear came from the depths of his soul, leaving him utterly unable to understand or grasp it.
He had thought his "using sound to break sound" approach would surely work wonders. Now, it seemed, it had become a joke.
What his opponent had unleashed was no simple sound attack. It was an utterly terrifying realm of intent that struck directly at the soul.
Within three breaths, the Red-wart old man took no further steps. With a thud, he collapsed inside the ring.
The entire arena fell silent.
Two point origin experts had been struck down one after the other. Regardless of the contest itself, this method of attack alone had thoroughly shocked everyone.
With a Divine Skill like this, who in the world could stand against it?
Elder Kong Si's eyes gleamed as he smiled. "I truly never expected Brother Qi to cultivate such a Divine Skill. Given time, perhaps Brother Qi will use it to dominate the world."
The white-robed young man clasped his hands. "Fourth Elder, you flatter me. I hardly deserve it."
The more modestly he spoke, the more unfathomable Elder Kong Si found him.
In truth, the white-robed young man knew his own circumstances. Half of the marvelous method he had used came from his talent, which had allowed him to cultivate a wondrous realm of intent. The other half relied on the vertical flute he had obtained from a secret realm.
The two worked together perfectly, each complementing the other.
Yet nothing in the world could be perfect. The vertical flute's power was immense, but its effective range was extremely limited. Most troublesome of all was the attack speed—or rather,