The National Monument

The moment that terrifying aura burst forth, Xu Yi released Ji Lie and threw up his hands to block.

It had nothing to do with conscious thought; it was purely a martial artist's instinctive reaction. Just by feel, Xu Yi knew that if he didn't defend himself, this man's fist would strike his heart and take his life.

He didn't even have time to secretly channel his strength and shatter Ji Lie's heart. He hurriedly swung his fists up to block.

Having suddenly won his freedom, Ji Lie was enraged and humiliated. He turned to attack Xu Yi, ready to vent the fury in his heart, when Xi Xuanji suddenly withdrew the fists that had been crashing toward Xu Yi and swung them at Ji Lie instead.

The force behind the punches hadn't diminished at all. Ji Lie was taken aback and retreated again and again.

Xi Xuanji let out a long, thunderous howl. Those standing nearby covered their ears and hurriedly backed away. When he finished laughing, he boomed, "So you've got some real skill. Even Ji Lie can't beat you. Hahaha! It's been years since old Xi met a plaything as fun as you."

Ji Lie's expression changed dramatically. Being captured had already left him seething with humiliation, but deep down, he had never believed himself inferior to Xu Yi. That treacherous scoundrel simply had a thousand tricks up his sleeve. In terms of true ability, Ji Lie could beat the villain ten times over.

Now Xi Xuanji had gone and said, "Even Ji Lie can't beat you," as though announcing to the whole world that Ji Lie was no longer the foremost young talent in Great Yue.

Such a crushing disgrace set Ji Lie ablaze with fury.

Just as Ji Lie was about to strike, Xi Xuanji's