Xiao Yulin's gaze was icy. She struck out with her palm, and a blazing sun appeared, incinerating the void as it shot toward Lin Taichu.
Lin Taichu lowered his eyes slightly, then suddenly flung his arm upward. His halberd tore through space and slashed out, shattering the blazing sun. Yet at the very instant it exploded—
Xiao Yulin abruptly vanished from where she stood and appeared behind Lin Taichu. She blasted out a palm strike, its imprint falling like a meteor. The air was crushed into collapse, and a strand of destructive airflow raged through the void.
Yet Lin Taichu had long been prepared. He violently swept his arm, his halberd cutting horizontally through the palm imprint. With one strike, he cleaved it apart.
"What is this...?"
The crowd's hearts pounded wildly as they stared wide-eyed at the scene on the arena.
"This guy actually understands the Space Rule," someone murmured. At that moment, numerous formation patterns surrounded the arena, concealing the space within, so those outside could not see what was happening inside.
Even so, the crowd could still sense how ferocious Lin Taichu's attacks were. They moved through every direction along bizarre trajectories, making their paths impossible to predict or even catch.
Lin Taichu stood suspended in the air, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings as he called out loudly, "Who else wants to come?"
The crowd fell silent. Not a sound could be heard. Clearly, they had been frightened by Lin Taichu's strength.
Seeing that no one answered, Lin Taichu glanced into the distance again and smiled. "What, have you all chickened out?"
"He's far too arrogant," an Ancestor said with a frown. "He may be strong, but he is alone. How can he be so presumptuous?"
"Indeed. He has cultivated for only a short time. Even