"Pfft!"
The illusion was forcibly shattered by an outside force, and his martial soul suffered a violent backlash.
Shi Nian spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered seven or eight steps backward.
He had never expected anyone to discover this place, much less someone who could break his illusion outright!
Clutching his violently churning chest, Shi Nian wiped the blood from his chin, his gaze sinister and his voice seething with rage.
"Cough, cough! What bastard dares break my Nightmare?"
On the other side of the alley, the crushing threat of death overhead abruptly vanished.
Completely drained, Feng Xiaotian collapsed to the ground with a thud, his azure wings dissolving into specks of light.
He gasped for breath, looking utterly spent.
His head hurt as though it were about to explode, and his vision blurred.
But the nightmarish illusion that had nearly killed him had indeed disappeared.
Feng Xiaotian caught his breath, raised his head, and looked ahead.
A young man and woman stood a dozen or so meters away.
Five soul rings encircled the young man-two yellow, one purple, and two black. Gentle breezes swirled around him, brimming with wind-attribute soul power.
The girl held a small, exquisite pagoda in her palm, four soul rings slowly revolving around her.
Feng Xiaotian opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
He recognized that pagoda.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!
Yet the young man, who looked somewhat younger than him, actually had two black ten thousand year soul rings!
Where had this monster come from?
(In the original story, Feng Xiaotian was twenty-four during the tournament.)
At the end of the alley, Shi Nian wiped the blood from his mouth, his chest still heaving.
Clearly, having Nightmare broken had taken