"Mixed Element, Heaven-Dominating Palm!"
A yellow circular cymbal, two inches thick and twenty feet in diameter, suddenly descended from above. Shi Xiaole quickly discovered that the vigorous air within the cymbal was extremely explosive, barely maintaining a balance point. Once that balance was broken, it would unleash a terrifyingly lethal force.
At the same time, an Array System master hidden in the shadows received the Grand Elder's telepathic message, rallying the power of the array to bombard Shi Xiaole from all sides.
"How does high aptitude help you now? Today, you won't escape this place, and I will make sure you die without a grave!"
The Grand Elder's face twisted, his voice almost a crazed roar.
Under the dual threats, Shi Xiaole's face showed not a trace of panic. With a wave of his right hand, his long sword, reflecting the sunlight, conjured up shadows that influenced the distant surroundings, giving birth to a rootless flower.