Faced with the Golden-Hooped Rope blotting out the sky in an impenetrable mass, Ye Qing raised both hands before his chest, and a soft golden glow immediately lit up his right hand.
Without hesitation, he spread his hands, pulling one up and the other down toward the great net Han Ruoruo had woven from her Golden-Hooped Rope. A three-meter-long crescent blade of light instantly slashed out.
"Vertical Guillotine!"
He kept his right hand raised. Bringing both hands together above his head, he activated his Soul Bone again, rapidly forming a disc-shaped flying blade between his hands. Once he threw it out, it instantly split into three rapidly spinning blades that began furiously slicing through the net of Golden-Hooped Rope.
"Multiple Guillotine!"
The Vertical Guillotine tore through the net of Golden-Hooped Rope with almost no resistance, and Ye Qing slipped through the opening with ease.
Behind him, the three disc-shaped flying blades traced sharp streaks of blade light through the air, cutting the great net of Golden-Hooped Rope into broken lengths of rope.
Han Ruoruo also saw the Vertical Guillotine hurtling toward her without losing any momentum. Twisting her slender waist, she turned sideways and dodged it by the narrowest of margins.
A severed lock of black hair drifted slowly down through the air. Looking at the bottomless gash behind her, Han Ruoruo felt a bead of cold sweat slowly roll down her smooth forehead.
This was an Inner Court arena, sturdy enough to withstand attacks at the Soul Emperor Rank. Yet when Ye Qing's Vertical Guillotine struck the arena floor, it had sliced effortlessly into it without even making a sound.
"Little brother Ye Qing, did you have to hit that hard?" Han Ruoruo pouted and conjured another mass of Golden-Hooped Rope. Some reached toward Ye Qing like snakes from