Bi Qiong Reaches Foundation Establishment

"Been guarding against that move of yours all along." A cold gleam flashed in Xu Yuan's eyes, as though he had anticipated it long ago.

With a swipe of his left hand across his waist, a blue-black phantom net that looked ordinary at first glance, yet held countless fine veins flowing within it, suddenly unfurled. It was the Thousand Net Dharma Net.

The Dharma Net did not expand very far, merely covering the space precisely between the old man surnamed Yin and the other man.

"Reel in!"

The three vicious flying needles entered the net's range, their speed abruptly slowing as if they had plunged into a boundless mire. The ghostly blue sheen clinging to them rapidly dimmed, worn away and bound by the flowing Dao intent of confinement and restriction within the net.

In the blink of an eye, the three flying needles lost all spiritual light. With three soft clinks, they fell feebly to the ground.

"Fine treasure." The assassin's pupils contracted. He knew that today's matter could no longer be accomplished.

His opponent possessed sharp flying swords for attack, tough vine armor and a terrifying true form for defense, and a strange net for control. His foundations were absurdly deep. Moreover, this was his opponent's home ground, with formidable formations and reinforcements that could arrive in an instant—

"Retreat!" The assassin made his decision without hesitation and did not linger to fight. His figure shot backward, while he flung seven or eight pitch-black, foul-smelling thunder beads from his hand—not at Xu Yuan, but toward the surrounding spectators and the formation nodes of the arena!

"Explode!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The thunder beads exploded one after another. Foul black mist spread out, obscuring vision and carrying both potent poison and sinister qi that disrupted divine sense. At the same