Guo Yi raised his right hand gently, flicking it as if parting curtains before his eyes or casting aside a tuft of cotton effortlessly. It was impossible to discern any particular technique or method in his action.
However, the endless onslaught vanished into nothingness in an instant.
"Impossible!" the clan elder exclaimed in shock.
"Oh my!" Duan Feifei covered her red lips, her body shuddering.
"My turn, I believe?" Guo Yi's expression turned cold.
He had come to the Duans' banquet with good intentions, only to find himself ensnared in a trap? How could he swallow such humiliation? Guo Yi suddenly leapt into the air, his steps light as if an Immortal ascending to the stage.
With an empty grasp of his right hand, a force of the Water Spirit coalesced into shape—a faint Azure Light Sword, two meters long, uniquely and strangely designed.
Boom!
Guo Yi raised his right hand, and the Sword Qi came slashing down.
