"As you wish, eat it!"
A black fragment.
Xiao Yi's words.
Every word felt like an invisible slap, ruthlessly landing on the faces of Elder Lan and the others.
In that moment.
Elder Lan, Wu Qian, Jin Malun, Chen Longxiang—each of their faces burned as though they'd been mercilessly slapped dozens of times.
Earlier, they had sworn confidently, believing in the unbreakable nature of the God-binding Lock.
They were certain Xiao Yi could never break it.
But now...
Reality had given them yet another harsh slap.
"Elder Lan, why are you still standing around? Waiting for something finer?"
Xiao Yi sneered coldly, picking up a piece of the shattered chain from the ground. He lightly pinched it with two fingers, twisting them in opposite directions. Before their eyes, powdered dust fell from his fingertips. The God-binding Lock, supposedly indestructible even for the Sacred Lords, crumbled in Xiao Yi's hand like soft flour.
Hiss!
The crowd collectively gasped.
