A True Essence Fourth Turn expert who hadn't yet reached the point origin stage was no match for the white-robed youth.
Besides, he had gone to great lengths to establish an image of himself as a supreme expert before Elder Kong.
If he let Xu Yi run wild, wouldn't that hard-won image come crashing down?
Xu Yi was decisive. He immediately leaped into the circle and said to the white-robed youth, "We can begin."
The white-robed youth said coldly, "Trying to explain ice to a summer insect. Ignorant and fearless."
He immediately raised the vertical flute to his lips. A cloud of white mist burst from its mouth and surged straight toward Xu Yi.
The mist instantly enveloped Xu Yi. He stepped forward calmly. Everyone stared, eyes wide. Three breaths later, Xu Yi had taken three unhurried steps.
The white-robed youth's face flushed red. He blew into the vertical flute until it blazed with green light, sending out rolling clouds of white mist that nearly swallowed Xu Yi whole. Yet Xu Yi kept walking.
Four steps, five steps, six...
The short, stocky elder and the Red-wart old man stared until their eyes nearly burst with blood. The scene before them was simply too unbelievable.
They knew firsthand just how terrifying the white mist drifting from the white-robed youth's vertical flute was. It wasn't something that could be countered by cultivation techniques or the soul.
But what was even stranger was the man who had stepped into the circle. Before him, that terrifying white mist seemed no different from fog in the woods. It couldn't hinder him in the slightest.
What... what in the world was going on...
The two men racked their brains but couldn't figure it out. The white-robed youth was just as baffled. He was desperately casting his