Jiang Yingliu’s sudden attack was beyond the crowd’s expectations.

But the old butcher couldn’t help but laugh. Ambushing Old Monster Su? She’s simply seeking death!

Su Yi’s gaze was typically as tranquil as the depths of an ancient well, but the moment Jiang Yingliu launched an attack at him, his eyes rippled with a hint of emotion. 

Both the aura emanating from Jiang Yingliu and her legacy of the Dao of the Sword were far, far too familiar.

So familiar that he didn’t even need to think to know how to counter them.

Su Yi stood there, unmoving. He used his fingers as a sword and swept through the air.

Bang!

It was as if a boulder had plunged from the heavens, landing in the center of a tranquil lake and stirring up massive waves.

Jiang Yingliu suddenly shook mid-charge.

Then, her power of the Grand Dao deflated like a popped ball. She shook violently and staggered several steps back.

The look on her beautiful face changed dramatically, and she couldn’t help but shout, “How is this possible!?”

Her voice was full of unconcealed disbelief.

Her attack might have seemed simple, but it had been so sudden that Su Yi had no room for error, yet he’d targeted her weak points with perfect precision!

How could Jiang...