"Chop! Chop!"
"Chop, chop, chop!"
Bai Yi glanced at Bai Cang, who was controlling his sword of illusion and reality. Seeing that he could barely hold out against Qin Shi, Bai Yi turned his attention entirely to He Xinlan.
Since bringing his Great Sun Golden Crow Prison-Suppressing Canon to perfection, no one had ever managed to stir his blood and qi with their own Great Dao.
Yet just now, he had distinctly felt the water molecules inside his body surging outward beyond his control.
A descendant of Sage Lord Fenghe...
It seemed he was not so simple, either.
Bai Yi gazed toward He Xinlan in the distance, unaware that the shock in He Xinlan's heart was far greater than his own.
As a descendant of Sage Lord Fenghe, He Xinlan had actually long since surpassed Zhao Yongchen and Qin Shi in strength.
Only after learning the Immortal Realm's secrets had he temporarily concealed his strength, waiting to fulfill his ancestor's vision in one fell swoop within the grotto-heaven secret realm.
Yet just now, when he had tried to stir the moisture within Bai Yi's body with his water Great Dao, which had reached major accomplishment in the third stage, and impede his movements, he had barely been able to control it for even an instant.
Considering his foundations and the level of his secret Great Dao arts...
Even an inner sect elder of the Lanhai Sect would have given him a momentary opening under that sudden, covert art.
Yet this outsider before him had not paused in the slightest. After suffering his secret art once, he had even instantly severed all of He Xinlan's control over the moisture.
"A monster!"
"A true monster!"
He Xinlan's nerves went taut, his eyes fixed on Bai Yi, who was looking straight at him.