Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a faint sense of powerlessness in his heart.
He only let out a sigh:
"Let's hope what you said isn't wrong…"
The Sixth Jing of Longmen smiled faintly: "Old Third's temperament is strange, his actions baffling, but his words have never been aimless. The First Shock had me travel all the way to retrieve him from Donghuang; that wasn't for nothing."
The Dark Dragon Hall Master raised his brows at this, just about to ask whether this Old Third was that chess prodigy you mentioned earlier?
But before he could speak, the scene within the formation suddenly shifted.
They saw Su Mo lift both palms, then slam them down.
One palm of Pure Yang, one palm of Extreme Cold.
Yin Yang Balance, yet unable to fully meld; the two currents of True Qi boiled, but were kept in check within his body by the Yixuan Divine Skill, coexisting in peace.
Once unleashed, they erupted in a chain of explosions.
