Chapter 1190: Lose, and She's Mine

"Time for you to die." Tuo Yu said it flatly, then thrust both hands out to either side. Wumm! Two different waves of sound burst across the arena. Everyone who heard that blast flinched. Even Sikong Zhen's face drained of color, because those two shockwaves of sound carried real menace. With both of them at the Peerless Profound Saint level, he shouldn't have felt threatened. That told him how deadly Tuo Yu's ace really was. "This is the Ancient Demonic Sound Art…" Qiu Chuji's eyes widened...