The void trembled from Yang Su’s spell.
Ji Mei had a heavy pressure crash onto her shoulders, but she remain relatively calm with the same cold emotionless expression on her face.
She glance up at the foot that was hurtling down towards her. Her gaze swept across it and something strange and shocking happened.
The foot made of terrifying wind blades froze mid-way in its descent before combusting. This caused a shockwave of wind to occur that even each reach the audience who had to shield their face slightly.
As the wind died down, everyone looked at the stage. There Ji Mei was looking at Yang Su as she said.
“If you’re Spell Caster you aren’t worthy to be my opponent, no Daoist Magic spell or Divine Ability will be able to reach me.”
“WOAAHH!!!”
The Borderners went wild in the audience.
“GODDESS JI MEI!! GODDESS JI MEI!! GODDESS JI MEI!! GODDESS JI MEI!!!”