Deathly silence prevailed and many a jaw dropped among the throngs of onlookers. Even Yuan Kuohai and those familiar with Yang Qi were flabbergasted. Although they had been confident he would win, they never could have guessed that he would win so decisively.

He didn’t use any energy arts. In fact, he literally didn’t move. No one had been able to detect the slightest stirring of true energy or power on his part. He had simply uttered two words. Die. Detonate.

As a result, his opponent died and his mecha detonated. Not even a corpse remained behind. 

How did Yang Qi do it? Was it an energy art? A daoist technique? A curse?

In the immortal world, cultivators were particularly perceptive and were deeply familiar with all sorts of energy arts, daoist techniques, and curses. Generally speaking, they would be able to identify any move that they saw, at least on a foundational level.

Yet no one present, not even Proud Warpatience or Princess Jadefall, had any idea how Yang Qi had used two simple words to defeat his opponent. The ability to speak words and have them...