Xuan Ying's opponent was Shi Ao. Facing the murderer who had killed her grandfather, she could hardly suppress the killing intent in her heart. But Shi Ao's Immortal Artifact, the Mysterious Pagoda, had astonishing defensive power. Even if he stood still and let her attack, Xuan Ying couldn't do a thing to him. Shi Ao also felt deeply guilty toward Xuan Ying. No matter how you looked at it, he couldn't escape responsibility for Xuan Ming's death, so he couldn't summon even a trace of killing intent against her.
But watching Xuan Ying refuse to let up, he felt utterly helpless. He couldn't just let her attack him forever. He glanced at Ling Tian and the others watching outside the arena, and a resolute look crossed Shi Ao's eyes, as if he had made a decision.
Hovering in midair, Shi Ao carefully sensed Xuan Ying's position, analyzing the characteristics of her assassination techniques.
The instant he sensed her sharp killing intent, he resolutely turned around and narrowly dodged her spike. Then he reached out to grab Xuan Ying. It was as if he had practiced this move countless times. Shi Ao was so fast that Xuan Ying, realizing something was wrong, had no time to react. All she could do was watch as his palm reached for her throat.
Though she couldn't dodge, the spike in Xuan Ying's hand could still turn around. Refined Gold Qi burst forth, instantly tearing through the defense Shi Ao had exposed by leaving the Mysterious Pagoda's protection—defense now sustained only by Profound Earth Qi. The spike then pierced his arm, sending sprays of blood into the air.
As if he had known this would happen, Shi Ao cried out in pain when the spike pierced his arm. But he gritted his teeth and didn't