Kong Xuan's Five-Colored Divine Light was devoured just like that, failing to achieve its intended effect. Its supposed ability to sweep away all things never even had a chance to manifest.
Everyone present was stunned. This was Kong Xuan, the Peacock Race's reigning young Supreme, a First Generation, yet he was utterly powerless against Shi Yi. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that he was a donkey at the end of its tricks. He had already used his strongest move.
Shi Yi, by contrast, had used nothing but a devouring technique from beginning to end. The difference between them was plain to see.
"Haha, your strength commands my admiration, Fellow Daoist Tu. I concede." After a brief pause, Kong Xuan burst into laughter, showing no sign of humiliation turning to anger.
Perhaps he had already prepared himself for this outcome during their discussion of the Dao.
"You flatter me. You're no slouch yourself, fellow Daoist. You're sure to earn a fine ranking on this journey into Immortal Ancient and make your name resound across the Three Thousand Dao Provinces," Shi Yi replied modestly.
Kong Xuan shook his head with a soft laugh and walked out of the Five-Colored Divine Light Mirror beside Shi Yi. Back in the pavilion, the two exchanged cups and chatted merrily over wine, getting along splendidly.
Baldy was not surprised. Kong Xuan had always been generous and straightforward. Even after Baldy became one of the Peacock Divine Master's most cherished juniors, Kong Xuan had never shown any jealousy.
The other outstanding young members of the Peacock Race also repeatedly raised their cups to Shi Yi. They knew that this "Fellow Daoist Tu," who had made Kong Xuan concede so effortlessly, was terrifyingly powerful. He might even stand on the same level as the greater and lesser