Fierce, murderous intent locked onto Su Yi like ten thousand knives.0

Off in the distance, Jiang Tai’e smiled radiantly, but his grin was utterly murderous.0

Su Yi raised his hand and beckoned. A six-inch sword coffin floated into view, billowing with chaos energy.0

Jiang Tai’e’s pupils constricted. “Hah? We haven’t even begun, but you already plan to use an Epoch Treasure. It seems…. You’re quite afraid of me. Is that right?”0

Su Yi stretched out and flicked his fingers. The six-inch sword coffin shot into the distant sky, and hovered beneath the dome of heaven, unmoving.0

A moment later, he said calmly, “You’ve misunderstood. They call this sword the Sword of Proximity. It’s one of the Nine Mysteries of Chaos, and it can disregard distance to slay even faraway foes as if they were close at hand.”0

Jiang Tai’e’s eyes flashed, and he sighed, “A wondrous treasure.”0

Su Yi continued, “I’m merely showing it to you as a warning. Once the fighting begins, so long as you don’t run away, I won’t use this treasure against you. But if you try to flee, I will be forced to stop you.”0

Jiang Tai’e’s smile faded, and his brow gradually furrowed. Only now did he understand.0

Su Yi...0