Zuo Shihui, of course, had no idea that Xu Yi had only barely offset the Soul Hooking Sword's power by overlapping his twin life wheels and making them pull against each other. If Zuo Shihui hadn't underestimated him and had activated Ice River Storm at full strength alongside the Soul Hooking Sword from the very start, Xu Yi might not have been able to withstand it.
But by this point in the fight, Xu Yi could face the Soul Hooking Sword with ease. Standing tall on the stage, he called out, "You have a treasure, yet it's fallen into the hands of a mediocrity. Such a priceless treasure deserves a new master. Brother Zuo, feel free to bring out whatever tricks you have."
Zuo Shihui roared. A divine image appeared above his head: the vision of a Seven-Colored Divine Phoenix. It unfurled and swept straight toward Xu Yi. At the same time, the Soul Hooking Sword in his hand blazed with green light as he poured his power into it, and its might surged. With a wet cough, Zuo Shixian spat out a mouthful of blood. He had unleashed Ice River Storm.
In a mere instant, Zuo Shihui had played every card in his hand. He meant to crush Xu Yi in one fell swoop, leaving him no chance to catch his breath. As Ice River Storm burst forth, the mist across the entire arena thickened to its utmost. A few flashes of light flickered through it.
Zuo Shihui let out several anguished cries, then fell silent. Jia Zhaoxian, Chu Yi, and the others below the stage were frantic, each wishing they could rush up to see what had happened. Suddenly, a gale swept across the high platform. The rolling vapor was blown away in an instant, revealing Xu Yi