Dong Ying's movement technique, of which he was so proud, was completely mastered by Lin Xuan's Purple Spirit Eyes.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Dong Ying's attacks were as fast as lightning, and he would vanish after each strike.
The disciples below watched anxiously, and just then, Lin Xuan suddenly made his move. He stomped his right foot on the ground ferociously, causing the entire arena to tremble thrice.
Crack! Countless fissures spread out like a python's net, rapidly extending in all directions, while a wildly violent wave of energy surged like a tidal wave.
Centered around Lin Xuan, a semi-transparent wave of air swept across in all directions.
Pfft!
Dong Ying's body stiffened, thrown off form, a look of shock in his eyes.
"Your speed is useless against me," Lin Xuan's voice was very cold.
"Useless?" Dong Ying laughed coldly, "You haven't seen my real strength yet. Now, I'll let you witness it."
Purple light burst forth from his body like flames, splendid and dazzling.