No Technique Under Heaven Could Rival It!

Situ Xuan looked at Long Yue, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.

"Not a bad environment."

His voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly across the arena.

"But do you know what a true domain is?"

Situ Xuan moved.

In that instant, his body became a gust of wind.

It was not a Soul Skill, nor was it a movement technique. It was simply speed pushed to its absolute limit. His feet lightly tapped the surface of the Swamp without being swallowed or slowed, and he weaved between the stone peaks like a swallow.

Long Yue's pupils abruptly constricted.

He suddenly raised both hands, controlling the stone peaks, River, and Swamp to launch an assault on Situ Xuan. Stone peaks burst from the ground, stabbing toward Situ Xuan from every direction; the River surged backward and transformed into Water Dragons that pounced at him; the Swamp churned continuously beneath his feet, trying to swallow him whole.

But Situ Xuan was too fast.

His figure flashed between the stone peaks, each movement perfectly evading their piercing strikes. His feet touched down lightly upon the Swamp, every step landing precisely on its firmest spots. His body slipped through the gaps between the Water Dragons, every turn perfectly avoiding the direction of the rushing currents.

It was not coincidence. It was prediction.

Situ Xuan's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and his senses as keen as a spiderweb. Every movement and every intention of Long Yue's had already been seen through before he acted.

This was the Realm of Three Firsts: First of the First, First of the First, First of the After!

The three as one—no technique under heaven could rival it!

Long Yue's attacks grew faster and fiercer. His arms swung wildly as he controlled every element within