Skills Are Useless

Watching Zi Yan Liu Yun's confident smile while she refused to say anything, Zhao Yueru was beside herself with anxiety. Yet there was nothing she could do but stare helplessly at the arena.

Only Bai Qingxue remained calm. Instead, she quietly began observing Zi Yan Liu Yun.

Previously, because of Spirit Snake's matter, Bai Qingxue had only given Zi Yan Liu Yun a cursory glance and had not truly observed her.

Now that she looked closely, she found that although this little girl, Zi Yan Liu Yun, appeared lively, clever, and harmless, she faintly exuded an indescribable pressure. This pressure was completely different from Canglang Zhantian's.

Canglang Zhantian was more like a sleeping hungry wolf, cold, savage, and sharp.

As for Zi Yan Liu Yun, Bai Qingxue did not know how to describe the feeling, because this was the first time she had encountered it.

It was like a starry night sky—silent, vast, and profound.

Just who is this little girl Ye Feng invited? Bai Qingxue had great faith in her sharp sixth sense. It had never been wrong, and after playing God's Domain, it had become even sharper.

Zi Yan Liu Yun naturally noticed that Bai Qingxue had been watching her. She merely nodded at Bai Qingxue and gave her a playful smile.

Inside the arena, Shi Feng and Soaring Snake faced one another, each observing the other.

Both were Swordsmen. The only difference was their levels: Shi Feng was only Level 22, while Soaring Snake was Level 24. With a two-level gap and Soaring Snake's combat technique, Eye of Observation, which far surpassed ordinary people in perception, it looked like a one-sided battle in Soaring Snake's favor.

Yet even after the signal for battle sounded, Soaring Snake remained motionless, like an old monk in meditation, with no intention