Xu Yi's enormous witch body roared at the heavens and swung his fists again and again. Bam! Bam! Bam!
A deafening crash suddenly rang out. The golden mountain shattered, then dissolved into clouds and vanished.
Luo Jia spewed blood into the air.
"Nephew, if you have some clever trick, feel free to use it."
Xu Yi withdrew his witch body and took on Suijie's appearance. He made no move to attack.
Luo Jia wiped away the blood, swallowed a spirit pill, and pointed at Xu Yi from afar. "Since you're asking for death, I'll grant your wish."
Suddenly, he swept his hand through the air. Spiritual energy raged in his palm, and a transformed domain root appeared above his head. The energy coursed through it and, in an instant, became a golden brush.
The moment the golden brush appeared, heaven and earth trembled.
"An ancient divine ability! Th-that's the Follow-My-Heart Brush from the Ancestor Buddha Court!"
"The Follow-My-Heart Brush—its strokes follow the heart. Incredible!"
"To witness such a divine ability today makes this trip worthwhile."
The spectators erupted. No previous Primal Plains Gathering had ever been as exciting as this one.
The golden brush swept through the air, conjuring hundreds of powerful crossbows. In a flash, they solidified and loosed hundreds of spirit arrows, each carrying terrifying power.
Xu Yi released his source fire to form a protective shield. To his surprise, the shield grew visibly thinner beneath the arrows' assault.
Luo Jia sneered. "You've been acting so arrogantly. Today, you'll die right here."
He continued to swing the golden brush, and more crossbows appeared in the sky. Their number climbed into the thousands, yet each crossbow retained its full power.
Xu Yi was inwardly startled. What a remarkable divine ability. What a shame it's wasted on the wrong person.