Lan Yi did not hurry to make a move. He simply stood there quietly, his left hand behind his back and his right hand held before him.
When the night wind reached him, it seemed to curve around his body, leaving his robes utterly motionless.
Someone on the battlefield recognized him. Their expression changed, and they lowered their head without another word.
Others had never seen that face. A young Rogue Cultivator muttered in a low voice:
"Which family's monstrous prodigy is this? He looks no more than sixteen or seventeen, yet he's already a Blood Exchange Realm expert..."
The person beside him hurriedly tugged at him.
"Keep your voice down. That's the Dean of Green Grain Martial Academy, a powerhouse who has undergone Three Blood Exchanges."
"Hiss—" The young Rogue Cultivator was utterly aghast and could not help drawing in a sharp breath.
The battlefield fell silent for a time. Even the roars of the demonic beasts seemed to quiet, and everyone's eyes converged on Lan Yi and Hei Kui.
Hei Kui no longer possessed his earlier composure. His face was grave, and upon closer inspection, a fine sheen of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
Clearly, the pressure on him at this moment was enormous.
"Three Blood Exchanges... an existence capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with Lord Feng Chang."
Hei Kui's lowered right hand trembled slightly, and even the circulation of his qi and blood within him was affected.
A moment later, he suddenly laughed.
With his teeth bared, sweat slid down his cheeks. He did not flee, because that would have been futile.
"Take my palm!"
Hei Kui pressed his palms together. His qi and blood surged wildly as he launched the first attack.
A faint blue mist spread out from Hei Kui's body. This