Not far away, Wang Zhuo watched in a daze.

He was the palace master of Skywalk Academy, the Qingxuan King of the Great Zhou, and one of the Ten Great Xiantian Martial Ancestors, yet now, tidal waves of astonishment coursed through his heart. 

He hadn’t thought he’d underestimated Su Yi. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have so scrupulously arranged the entire event or planned an ambush.

But he never would have guessed that a seventeen-year-old like Su Yi would be this strong!

This completely overturned his predictions. He couldn’t even imagine how such a monstrous figure could exist in this world.

It was still raining.

The short, gaunt elder who’d placed the Small Thunderflame Formation was a fifth-level Grandmaster, yet he was now so scared that the blood had drained from his face, and he quivered from head to toe.

Not far away, Su Yi raised his oil-paper umbrella and walked towards them, his steps calm and unhurried. Not a single speck of dust or drop of rain sullied his blue robes.

“Do you have anything else up your sleeves?” 

As Su Yi spoke, he raised his hand and flung his sword. 

Bzzz!

The Abstruse God Sword flashed through the air as if it were sentient,...