"Since that's the case, allow me to ask Brother Zhong for a few pointers."
After exchanging greetings, Mu Jinlin's figure vanished once more. Xu Yi swept out his hand, and a square box of gathered light appeared beside him. He stood at the center where its three main axes intersected.
"What divine ability is that? What technique is Senior Brother Zhong using? Why have I never seen anyone in the sect practice it?"
"A purely defensive technique. I'm afraid it won't withstand Mu Jinlin's One Heart Art. With no way to attack, he probably won't be able to defend himself either."
"So that's all he's got, and he still dares to challenge Senior Brother Jinlin? What a nerve."
Xu Yi had yet to display any attack as powerful as his verbal sparring, and the audience below broke into a chorus of jeers. Just then, several Netherworld Light Palms reached in from every direction. The moment they entered the square box, they passed right through its opposite side. Not one of them struck Xu Yi.
Instead, Xu Yi's square box redirected them back at their owner. Others couldn't lock onto his position, but Mu Jinlin's own attacks could lock onto his. Mu Jinlin had no choice but to show himself and launch an attack, dispersing the Netherworld Light Palms.
Xu Yi had used just that one move, yet the elders of all three sects were watching with shining eyes. Wu Zhongce said, "Brother Daohan, since when has your sect had a technique like this? It can adapt to any situation and serve a myriad of purposes. Truly remarkable."
Jing Yicheng said, "There's no way to fight against that. Unless one's cultivation is higher and one's magical power vastly greater, it's nearly impossible to break through that defense. With such a marvelous