Three Moves

What if the Gemini Great Emperor died?

What would happen?

Just thinking about it felt ridiculous. Would they hold another tournament to pick someone?

Some people were dissatisfied with this result as well, having agreed it was just a friendly spar!

The Gemini Great Emperor had killed an elder of Tianhai Pavilion with a single sword, and he was just going to take three moves and call it even?

That was far too light!

The North Divine Venerable smiled bitterly in his heart. These were the rules, after all; nothing like this had ever happened in past sessions.

Ji Wushuang prepared himself and put on a show of arrogance, saying, "Old man East, come on. I've wanted to trade blows with you for a long time."

The East Divine Venerable actually respected Ji Wushuang, so he nodded in response and said, "Very well, this old man appreciates you. Then..."

"Take my blow!"

Before his voice even faded.

The East Divine Venerable gathered his energy and channeled his strength, slamming a palm mercilessly down onto the crown of Ji Wushuang's head.

Zhao Xin swallowed hard!

Damn it!

He was playing for real!

Everyone knew from this palm strike that the East Divine Venerable was holding nothing back.

Ji Wushuang's protective barrier shattered instantly, and he dropped to one knee on the martial arts stage, the spot where he knelt caving inward.

Blood poured from Ji Wushuang's seven orifices, a truly terrifying sight.

An Qing immediately covered Little Irene's eyes to keep her from looking.

Who would have thought that the child would open her divine sense to scan the area, muttering, "Sister Little Xue is sad."

While everyone was left speechless by Ji Wushuang's miserable state, the little one unwittingly used her divine sense and swept it across them again, leaving