Without responding, Xu Yangyi only hacked out a glob of spit. Five glorious lights then collectively brightened over the Fishbowel Sword!

The Art of Arrival was unleashed!

“In that case…” Bloody Moon sighed regretfully, his expression ice-cold. “Die like a maggot…”

Hum… But in the instant Bloody Moon  raised his hand, he suddenly stopped. He looked at his hand in shock. Just now, in his heart… had a sliver of timidness arose?

No… this was impossible. He could kill Xu Yangyi in at most seventy to eighty moves. Between two Marquises, this wouldn’t take more than an hour. And this was under the premise that he wanted to torture the other.

But if so… what was this?

Forcing down the shock in his heart, he knew that if he was against an equal expert right now that he would already be at an enormous disadvantage.

“Interesting.” In the same exact moment, he also fell into a sudden daze. In his momentary lapse, his surroundings actually started to flash with endless red light!

Stupid! He snorted disdainfully, stretched out his hands, and squeezed with all of his strength, “Waltz… Third Chapter, Rhapsody!”

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