Like the sheathed sword in her hand, Jiang Zhiwei's energy, Qi, spirit, and will were restrained. However, everyone present had a feeling that her sword would be an inexplicably bloodcurdling one when she pulled it out.
It was as quiet as the dwelling place of the dead underground, but as swift and violent as the thunder on the Ninth Heaven!
"This is the best kind of response…" Meng Qi gently exhaled. The limitation of ten tricks itself was the trap that Master Wang set secretly during the spiritual confrontation. Master Wang's arrogance in looking down on his enemies had made him neglect this. Ten tricks weren't too few. Rather it was one trick too "many"!
