Meng Fan was stunned.
Gong Yushang had wagered with him that Xu Yi would escape alive.
Looking at the formation Gong Yushang had laid out, Meng Fan said without mincing words that even if he had been trapped inside it, there would have been no chance of survival.
He had always thought Gong Yushang's preparations weren't thorough enough. Now it seemed the question wasn't whether they were thorough enough; they were airtight.
Every one of the many killing moves was lethal. And yet Gong Yushang had still wagered with him, convinced Xu Yi might escape with his life.
Meng Fan simply couldn't understand how his mind worked.
At a glance, Xu Yi recognized the enormous sword. It was none other than the Bixiu Sword Gong Xian had used to hunt him down.
He had already learned from Jiang Sihai that the Bixiu Sword Gong Xian had used was only a sub-sword. This Bixiu Sword was many times more powerful.
Xu Yi had wondered whether, with his current abilities, he could withstand the Bixiu Sword's sub-sword if they met again. His conclusion had been that it would be easy.
But when the true Bixiu Sword came hurtling down, wrapped in a terrifying force that could shatter mountains and rivers, Xu Yi had no time to think. He poured all his power into the Duling Hand, and with a thunderous crash, ghostly shadows filled the entire area.
The moment the Bixiu Sword arrived, the countless hand-shadows vanished. The Duling arm, all white bone and jagged edges, was severed clean off.
The Bixiu Sword, carrying its overwhelming sword might, kept up its inexorable advance and cleaved straight toward Xu Yi's head.
The Thousand Mountains Arm struck out. The gale unleashed by its tremendous force collided with the gale wrapped around the Bixiu Sword,