Under the strained gazes of the crowd, the space before Ye Xuan seemed to be filled with Jun Wuyan's claws, as if they were omnipresent, blurring the lines between reality and illusion.
Below the platform, the Princely Heirs also had their hearts in their throats. Under such a fearsome assault, if it were them, they feared they would only be able to surrender, for they simply couldn't discern the technique's trajectory, let alone how to defend against it.
Jun Wuyan himself was very confident. His Cloud Breaking Sky Shredding Hand had defeated opponents of the same level, and Ye Xuan, after all, was merely a Third-Grade Martial Master. How could he possibly withstand such an attack?
"To speak of victory and defeat now is perhaps a bit premature."
