Three moves were over. It was now Qing Yu's turn to attack.
No one expected that Zhang Yuanchu's three moves would end in such a manner. He didn't harm Qing Yu, didn't even make him move a step, it was completely a crushing situation.
Even Shi Jue, who was intent on stirring conflict within the Taoist sect, was utterly shocked. Beneath a seemingly calm exterior lay his profound apprehension of Qing Yu.
Though he had raised his evaluation of Qing Yu multiple times, Shi Jue realized he still underestimated him. Golden light gradually flooded his pupils, and his Heavenly Vision operated at its peak, hoping to glimpse Qing Yu's depths.
"Hmm..."
Suddently, Shi Jue closed his eyes, his body swaying slightly.
Beside him, Xin Zhu quickly grabbed Shi Jue's arm, concerned, "Master-nephew, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, just a bit of soreness in my eyes," Shi Jue replied, squinting to cover the blood threads in his eyes.
