For a moment, the whole venue fell silent.
Even Zhang Qiuse himself was drenched in cold sweat.
This move was already one of his strongest techniques, yet Xu Zimei didn't even move, standing there, letting him attack.
But to no avail.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and saw Xu Zimei raise his hand, instinctively taking a few steps back.
As if realizing his own cowardice, his expression grew uncertain and inconsistent.
"One move," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
"If you can withstand it, I will spare your life."
"Stop boasting, show what you're capable of," Zhang Qiuse snorted coldly.
Though he said this, he didn't dare to be careless.
The Spiritual Energy in his hand kept surging.
It seemed as if endless flames were emanating from within him, rendering his face red.
......
Beneath the arena, several Elders looked towards Bian Wenzhou.
Someone tentatively asked, "Manor Master, should we stop them?"
Everyone had realized by now, Zhang Qiuse was on the decline.
