"What was that?" Qin Shi Huang frowned.
He turned towards Zhao Lusi and then asked. "What did he just do? Is that one of your baffling moves?"
Zhao Lusi shared the same baffled expression.
She stared at the sky, then shook her head slowly.
"I told you already," she muttered. "I haven't taught that boy anything yet."
High above the stage, Fang Yuan rolled his neck once making a crack sound echoing like a snapped twig in the hushed air.
Next he flexed his hands, tendons shifting under taut skin as his fingers popped one by one. Crack. Crack.
He looked down at Fang Tian and then raised his bare hand.
The air trembled and slowly a pentagram appeared.
Then a second.
A third.
In the blink of an eye, ten glowing pentagrams formed in the sky, rotating slowly, radiating terrifying pressure.
Fang Tian's teeth ground together.
"Damn it—!"
He surged forward again, spear flashing as he started slicing the pentagrams apart.
One down then a second.
Third. Fourth. Fifth.
