"What, are you planning to drag this out until the end of time?"
Internal Envoy Qin sneered.
Xu Yi's eyes suddenly filled with blood as he swept out a hand and signed his name.
Then he put the agreement away in his storage ring.
The battle was on the verge of erupting. Everyone scattered to the sides, clearing a vast open space.
"Go ahead and make the first move. If I make the first move, you..."
Internal Envoy Qin spoke with a smile, like a cat watching a fish. Before he could finish, pain pierced his neck and cold flooded his chest. The smile still hung on his face, but his eyes were filled with disbelief: he had actually seen his own severed neck spurting blood.
Xu Yi swept out a hand. The Soul-Summoning Banner unfurled, drawing in Internal Envoy Qin's soul.
Then he put the banner away and casually tossed Internal Envoy Qin's head onto the ground.
By the time he had finished, Internal Envoy Qin's severed corpse had already crashed to the ground with a thud.
The entire arena fell deathly silent, time seeming to freeze in that instant. The only sound was blood trickling steadily from the mangled stump of Internal Envoy Qin's neck.
"Reporting to Internal Envoy Zhao and Internal Envoy Fang: in the fight just now, Internal Envoy Qin graciously held back, and I, Xu, was fortunate enough to win. You two esteemed elders and all my fellow disciples witnessed it. If any sect elder asks about this later, please don't forget to testify on my behalf."
Xu Yi cupped his fists as he spoke. His voice was not loud, yet it struck like thunder, shaking everyone to the core.
"Th-this really is a trial disciple?"
"Could some great demon have slipped in?"
"Xuanqing will