"What a terrifying physical body!"
Below the stage, Nanji Xianweng's face was solemn, his eyebrows tightly furrowed. If one listened closely, a tremble could be detected in his voice, indicating that his emotions were far from calm.
"This is getting interesting!"
Shen Tu coldly smiled, but a grave expression fleetingly crossed his eyes upon looking at Ye Xuan. Clearly, the combat power demonstrated by Ye Xuan had led him to revise his understanding.
Sword Demon and Netherworld Daoist remained silent, their auras slightly disordered, their thoughts unknowable.
In the Taixiao Starry Sky, beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Ye Xuan's expression was calm as if slaying Taiyang Heavenly Lord was merely a trivial matter, utterly unshaken by the event.
Walking down through the starry sky, Ye Xuan once again stood in the center of the Chaos Arena, with only three days left until the one-year term was completed.
