Killing Intent

The elderly man surnamed Yin let out a low shout, his voice carrying a trace of barely perceptible gravity and frustration.

He had come as Blackwater River's representative. If the other side so easily received his attacks within three moves—and even seemed to restrain him—then even though he had stated beforehand that this was not a contest of victory or defeat, he would still have thoroughly lost face.

For the final move, he had to reveal his true strength. At the very least, he had to force this Dao Chief to display more of his methods, perhaps even leave him somewhat bedraggled.

With that thought, Elder Yin hesitated no longer. His aura surged explosively, and the lingering inky water-clouds rolled back, completely merging with the phantom Blackwater surrounding him. His entire body seemed to transform into a dark, viscous radiance of black water, exuding dense coldness and decay.

The faint roar of surging tides rang out. Elder Yin's presence abruptly soared, pressing toward the peak of the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. For this third move, he had unleashed the true form of his Blackwater Vortex, determined to stake everything on a single throw and reverse the situation!

"Final move, Lord Xu. Forgive my offense." Before his words had faded, the black water-light crashed toward Xu Yuan like a furious flood bursting through a collapsed dam, carrying a heart-chilling force of icy cold and drowning ruin.

Wherever the black water passed, even the arena floor froze beneath a thin layer of black frost that gave off an ominous aura.

Faced with this ferocious third move, one that had already surpassed the bounds of an ordinary spar, Xu Yuan's gaze finally turned completely cold.

He no longer evaded, nor did he merely defend. He stood firm, raised his right hand, and brought