Inside the wooden hut, Lu Ye accepted the challenge and chose the terrain of the Battle Arena. An unseen force of the Heavenly Mechanism descended, and the figures of man and tiger swiftly vanished.
It was still that Battle Arena, only a few dozen zhang across. Lu Ye steadied himself. Once the white light faded from his vision, he lifted his eyes and examined the other side.
At the other end of the Battle Arena stood a tall woman in purple, quiet and still. She was undoubtedly beautiful, with an excellent figure, and her entire person exuded a tranquil, elegant air.
This woman was named Lan Ziyi. She wore purple robes, so the name suited her well enough.
Lu Ye lowered his gaze, and his brow rose almost imperceptibly.
He was sizing her up, and she was doing the same to him. As the strongest newly emerged figures of their respective camps, it was not that they felt any mutual admiration; observing one's opponent before a great battle was simply instinct.
There was no sign of a Spiritual Artifact anywhere on Lan Ziyi's body. Lu Ye privately wondered if she might be a Spell Cultivator.
Yet judging by her clothing and appearance, she did not quite seem like one.
Whether she was or not, one test would tell.
The Weapon Casket at his waist hummed. Nine streams of light burst forth like tigers unleashed from their cage, attacking Lan Ziyi as though chasing stars and moon. In the blink of an eye, they had crossed most of the several dozen zhang between them.
Lan Ziyi raised a hand and pointed forward. A thread of pure Spiritual Power shot out.
It was not any spell, but merely precise control over her own Spiritual Power. Yet its might was no weaker than