Chapter 1708 - 310:

Li Zhiyuan stood still, allowing the black moths to surround and cover him.

The Array of the Mind can manipulate emotions, driving people insane and lost.

A woman's face emerged, large and reflecting a special sheen. She opened her mouth and continuously breathed toward the boy's position, the black moths flying out from her mouth.

Deep in consciousness.

In the fish pond dug by the body, new feed continuously fell, causing the fish to scramble madly.

Array Masters in battle consider each move extremely precious; it can fail to meet expectations, can be countered, but you cannot afford a futile move—once made, it's akin to exposing your chest.

Suddenly, the wings of the black moths began to tremble violently, emitting a collective shrill sound.

Vast numbers of black moths descended, revealing the figure of the boy who had been wrapped within.

Li Zhiyuan's left fingertip pressed against the red mud, drawing a curse on his right forearm. As the curse formed, his left fingertip slid down to his right palm, where his right index finger merged with his middle finger, pointing directly at the gigantic woman's face:

"Shock, Threaten, Shatter, Collapse!"

In that instant, the black moths scattered entirely, transforming into black blood and pooling on the ground.

The woman's face, like gleaming porcelain, first distorted, then massive cracks appeared, echoing a terrible wail:

"Ah!!!!"

She wished to escape, return to the gray fog, but as the boy stepped forward, chains burning with Karmic Fire darted from below, wrapping around the large face.

After a brief stalemate, the large face collapsed, the gray fog dissipated, and everything prior vanished like illusions, leaving no trace.

However, with the boy at the center, a large area around him crumbled into dust, the steel bars rusting into flakes, the ground seemingly freshly leveled.

The woman knelt on one knee there, her ten fingers propped up, head raised, struggling in extreme pain.

Her face was covered with cracks, resembling the surface of shattered porcelain.

Compared to the physical pain, the frustration inside her was several times greater.

If the boy had truly engaged in a duel with her, regardless of winning or losing, it would have been grand; but the fact was, from the start, the boy actively placed himself in a passive position, allowing her actions to take form.

Then, within her arrangements, he sought her weaknesses and counterattacked.

The sensation was like a teacher facing their student.

Li Zhiyuan approached the woman.

The woman remained kneeling on one knee, her body in a state of convulsion, unable to rise.

Yet despite this, amidst the fierce friction sounds from within her, arrays continually formed, their effects endlessly triggered.

A novel feeling, she was entirely using the array as a skill.

Li Zhiyuan gently flicked his right hand, as blood mist spread, a ceramic-colored array flag appeared in his hand.

The flag swayed slightly, the array effects that should have acted upon him were pushed away one by one, not even impeding the boy's progress.

Upon seeing the blood porcelain hue, the woman's pupils widened, she finally spoke.

"Blood Sea Porcelain…"

Li Zhiyuan nodded, he finally realized the name of that small porcelain piece in his palm, remarkably fitting the Illusion Realm he once witnessed.

The boy reached the woman, seizing the array flag with his right hand.

"Snap!"

The array flag shattered.

Alongside the shattering, all arrays still squirming alive within the woman's body were disrupted and disintegrated.

The woman convulsed all over, her mouth opened wide, her chest heaving up and down, bringing the sound of porcelain shattering in waves.

"Are you Zhao Yi?"

After asking this question, the woman's gaze dimmed, obviously rejecting her own hypothesis.

The Zhao family has a contemporary genius traveling the Jianghu, who has earned a fearsome reputation.

While evaluating and formulating plans for this wave, they also considered the potential impact if Zhao Yi returned.

If it were truly Zhao Yi, he could indeed bring significant trouble to her team, especially considering the Zhao family had the advantage of their home ground.

But the problem was, the age doesn't match.

During previous encounters, they could sense each other's aura. Now, with the distance closed, in her blood-turned-porcelain state, she was even more sensitive to fresh flesh.

She could confirm that the boy before her was not in disguise; the age he presented was genuine.

He's not Zhao Yi.

He is someone… far more terrifying than Zhao Yi.

Inwardly, the woman couldn't help but feel a strong sense of fear; someone so terrifying at such a young age—if he were to grow and emerge on the Jianghu, aided by favorable winds for his growth, how many others could suppress him on this river?

"You're not a Zhao family member?"

That was a redundant question.

A boy with such talent, placed in any family, would be cherished as a whole clan treasure, not to be led around casually by Second Master Zhao.

Even if born out of wedlock, no—even lacking direct Zhao blood lineage, if he merely agreed to enter the Zhao family in name, he would be earnestly treated by them; those elders might even send an iron chain, letting him amuse himself by walking Second Master Zhao.

Li Zhiyuan: "I don't bear the surname Zhao."

The boy knew what she was insinuating.

"The malignancy of Jiujiang Zhao overflows, intolerable by the heavens. Today I uphold the righteous path, to cleanse Jiujiang Zhao for clarity in the mortal realm. Should you impede, divine retribution will befall!"

On River Walkers bear heavy karma; even when walking waves together, regardless of mutual malignancy, one cannot act recklessly outwardly.

Last time in Lijiang, Jiang Shui heralded the broken jade. Using it as a lever, those wielding the jade were deemed evil, free for all to slay—an expressly opened "official passage."

The woman didn't know that Li Zhiyuan also traveled on the river; had she known, she would have been even more assertive in her proclamation.