YANG LUJIA THOUGHT of something and dispersed the sword qi he condensed. He wanted to know how proficient he was with the rules in Da Sishen, where the limits of the realm would be able to bring him.
Making a clockwise full-circle motion of his arms with his fingers accompanying the rules of space, the lines of characters were like sharpened ropes in his eyes. Oblivious to the echinemon elders, their lives, no matter how prepared they were to defend themselves, would still be stolen away.
As exquisite as it was, Yang Lujia knew that only Saints could see the rules in each of his fingers. Like ropes, each line of space characters circled around every waist of every echinemon elder.
A grin formed on his face as soon as he saw the profusely sweating echinemons. After all, these people never really knew what Yang Lujia was intending to do.
"What is he trying to do? Why is he acting like that? Had he become a clown?"