The clamor reached Xu Yi's ears, but he paid it no mind. Tong Lin, Fu Sheng, and the others had no heart to listen, either. They had never imagined that anyone could turn their magical power into sword qi so dense and unending. It wasn't a rainstorm—it was a raging flood. Standing in its path, they could only brace themselves and take the full force. Whatever attack they launched was swept away by the flood; whatever resistance they put up was futile. And yet the flood kept adjusting, not crushing them all at once but precisely controlling its force. The six of them bent lower and lower, the immense spiritual power pressing them down until they could no longer straighten their backs.
Gradually, the protective formation in the main hall began to hum. It was clearly nearing its defensive limit.
"That's enough, Zhong Ruyi. You've won. Stand down," Elder Lei called out. His gaze remained full of astonishment as he looked at Xu Yi. Xu Yi acknowledged him and withdrew his attack. Just as he was about to bow to Elder Lei, a shockwave shot toward his face. The Unknowing Sword struck again, still arriving before the attack that had been launched first.
With a thunderous boom, the sword qi pierced through the man's shockwave and sent him flying. The one who had launched the sneak attack was none other than Fu Sheng. He simply couldn't accept this outcome. He had lost the Infant Transformation Pill and become little more than a triumphant backdrop for Zhong Ruyi. What would Fu Mei think of him? What would the world think?
In the heat of the moment, he had gone so far as to attack again. After all, he hadn't admitted defeat, and Xu Yi hadn't knocked him down. It was Elder