Jiao Mu and the other old monsters noticed the moment Yi Daoxuan stopped in his tracks, and they followed suit.0

“See that?” Gu Huaxian said leisurely. “I told you that when he ran out of power, he’d stop of his own accord.”0

“It’s true. His Dao Imprint is running on empty. He can’t even hide it anymore,” said Jiao Mu, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. “It really is time to determine victory and defeat.”0

They’d long since sensed that Yi Daoxuan wouldn’t last much longer. Stopping like this was proof that he was an arrow at the end of its flight.0

“Yi Daoxuan, why not flee?” jeered the old hunchback, his eyes full of coldness.0

But Yi Daoxuan answered him with actions, not words. He took a step forward, and suddenly swung his sword at the old hunchback.0

The old hunchback’s pupils constricted in terror of Yi Daoxuan’s death throes, and he instinctively chose to retreat.0

It wasn’t just him. The other three old monsters dodged too.0

But this strike turned out to be all thunder and no lightning. The sword qi had yet to reach them when it fizzled out on its own.0

“See that?...0