The Moment He Struck, It Was a Killing Blow

Mu Yi slowly opened his eyes. His left pupil was as verdant as spring, while his right was withered yellow as autumn.

"I was fortunate enough to grasp a little of it." His voice was calm. "Granny, shall we continue?"

Mo Wuhen's expression shifted several times before she finally let out a long sigh. With a wave of her wooden staff, she sent all three puppets retreating. The crimson glow in their eyes faded, leaving them cold and black once more.

"The Way of Wither and Flourish is truly profound. I'm impressed." She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and admitted frankly, "I lost this battle."

Though the three puppets hadn't been completely destroyed, the Wither and Flourish Law had eaten away at their internal structures. Reforging them would take a great deal of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, as well as painstaking effort. Continuing the fight would cost more than it was worth.

Mu Yi rose to his feet, and the small tree turned into a withered branch and flew back into his hand. He cupped his hands in salute. "You let me win."

In the second match, Wither and Flourish Venerable Mu Yi was victorious.

The observation stands fell silent for a moment, then erupted in excited discussion.

"The Wither and Flourish Sacred Body! That's the supreme physique said to have touched the very edge of the Time Law!"

"Venerable Mu Yi hid it so well! We knew his Way of Wither and Flourish was profound, but never imagined he'd cultivated a sacred body!"

"Granny Thousand Mechanisms' loss was no disgrace. Her puppetcraft is exquisite, but she met its natural counter. The Wither and Flourish Law dismantles things from within. No matter how sophisticated a puppet is, it can't withstand that."

Nangong Liuli's fingertips paused