"Uh..."
Wen Xinyi's Primordial Chaos state was flattened into a pancake beneath that immense force.
Only he himself knew just how terrifyingly powerful Li Tianming's heavy sword slash, carrying the momentum of the sun, moon, and stars, had been.
Even his Primordial Chaos state had been beaten flat!
What sixth level of the Annihilation Realm, what Genesis Primordial Spirit Sword of the Eonic God Dao—before Li Tianming's brutal slash, it had all become a joke.
Wen Xinyi directly sank into deep internal turmoil.
"He hid his strength. This is his true combat power! That level of strength... is at least worthy of the top five on the Soaring Dragon Ranking..."
The top five was already an extremely high appraisal. Before this battle, even after Li Tianming had defeated Wen Tianyao and then lost to Lin Xiaoxiao, the public had judged his combat power to be merely within the top hundred.
As for Wen Xinyi, in terms of true combat power, he ranked somewhere around the thirties, roughly matching Haowen Academy's standing in Tai Yu.
"Seriously... I concede..."
Wen Xinyi knew that he had lost thoroughly.
And he had lost in an utterly laughable manner.
He had been the one to ambush Tu Yunsheng. If that act had ultimately brought Haowen Academy a good result, it might have been acceptable. Yet now, what awaited him was undoubtedly the most humiliating outcome.
He had launched a sneak attack, then been scorned by Si Shenjing, and finally crushed by Li Tianming.
There was nothing more humiliating than that.
The key was that Wen Xinyi had always given people an excellent impression.
He had been the very image of a gentle, jade-like scholar, with a fine reputation.
Yet in a single day, his reputation had been swept into the gutter.
And Haowen Academy would