"This... this... this..."
Ji Xiongying had lived for decades and forged an illustrious reputation as Martial King. But this was the first time he had ever felt something so utterly absurd.
Every time Lü Yang raised his hand, a yellow paper with illegible scribbles on it would appear beside him and ignite. Then, all sorts of phenomena that had nothing to do with Martial Arts would manifest: Sword Qi streaked across the sky, Thunders bombarding his head descended, and golden light flared into existence... Every single sheet of yellow paper posed a lethal threat to him!
SWISH—!
Sword Qi slashed across Ji Xiongying's cheek. Lightning struck him, leaving his entire body numb. Meanwhile, a beam of golden light intercepted his full-force punch in midair.
"Impossible!"
Ji Xiongying retreated again, no longer daring to engage Lü Yang. He could only grit his teeth and stare, his expression a mixture of terror and a deeply hidden yearning.
In the next moment, a term surfaced in his mind.
