Xu Nimo's eyes went wide. "The Ruyi Curse? How did you master the Ruyi Curse?"
Xu Nimo's voice suddenly turned shrill. "Who exactly are you?" The Ruyi Curse was a forbidden art, a peerless technique nearly lost even in the Ancestor Buddha Court. Two thousand years ago, he had been fortunate enough to witness Lie Yuan, an extraordinary Buddhist prodigy of the Ancestor Buddha Court, perform this divine ability.
The wondrous feat of turning water into fire had fascinated him to this day.
Since then, he had never heard of anyone else mastering the Ruyi Curse.
At that moment, with the might of the Sacred Spirit Domain, he had stirred the galaxy and harnessed the chaotic forces of the starry sky, summoning myriad forms and shapes. Such power was far beyond what an Earth Witch could withstand.
And yet this fellow before him had used a secret Buddhist art, combined it with the Sui clan's Origin Fire, and summoned myriad forms and shapes of his own, meeting the chaotic forces of the galaxy head-on in a deadlock.
"Old Xu, the Number One Person in Eight Thousand Years, even with the Sacred Spirit Domain bolstering you, is only this much. Looks like the rumors were mostly nonsense."
Xu Yi sounded relaxed, but in truth, the pressure weighed on him like the heavens.
He had already prepared for the worst: if things went south, he would flee into the Four-Colored Seal.
But first, he wanted to test Xu Nimo's limits and see just how powerful the legendary experts of the Sacred Spirit Domain really were.
Xu Nimo knew Xu Yi was just running his mouth, but his fury was still fanned into a blaze.
Now that he had fully recovered the might of the Sacred Spirit Domain, he was still struggling this