Anyone whose strength had reached the level of a Titled Douluo could generally wield spiritual power with practiced ease.
At that moment, the Elder Hall elder titled Golden Scissors gripped his man-height golden scissors in both hands. Every muscle in his body was taut, like a bowstring drawn to its limit. At the slightest stir, he would shoot forth like an arrow loosed from that string and kill his enemy with the force of thunder.
But now...
"I can't find him!"
A bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead, followed the bridge of his nose, and finally dripped from its tip.
A trace of fear and unease crossed the Titled Douluo's face as he spread his spiritual power in every direction like a fishing net.
Ordinarily, even if his enemy was an agility-type Spirit Master moving too fast for his eyes to follow, that net of spiritual power would still catch their trail, allowing him to choose his response a step ahead.
Yet ever since Yang Ming had vanished a second earlier, he seemed to have disappeared completely from heaven and earth. The elder's spiritual net covered a two-hundred-meter radius around him, yet he could find no trace of Yang Ming.
It was as though he had seen a ghost!
He would never believe Yang Ming had fled, because he could keenly feel that elusive gaze resting on him.
Just as the Titled Douluo began to think of retreating, Yang Ming's voice suddenly came from every direction:
"Throat, spine, lungs, liver, carotid artery, kidneys, and heart. Which part would you like me to start with?"
As soon as Yang Ming finished speaking, the system notification sounded.
``` "Ding!"
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