Fifth Heaven Strong Martial

"Dongmen Feitu was dead."

"Zhou You was too strong, too terrifying. Could only a Mid-stage Strong Martial stop him?"

Wu Yixian listened to the whispers all around him. Though there were many Strong Martial practitioners present, they were all minor figures of the First or Second Heaven. Like those who had just been defeated, they could not last even one or two exchanges before Zhou You.

There had originally been some Triple Heaven practitioners eager to try, but upon seeing Dongmen Feitu's fate, they all shrank back.

The two who had lost their weapons were still counting themselves fortunate. Though they had attacked Zhou You and suffered the loss of their divine weapons, at least they were still alive.

Unlike Dongmen Feitu, who had thrown away his life for nothing.

Wu Yixian had originally thought the same. Then his face suddenly flushed crimson, and he began panting heavily, looking utterly furious.

He suddenly realized that Zhou You had not killed them because he did not think them worthy. On the contrary, Dongmen Feitu's strength had won recognition—he had been deemed "qualified" to die by Zhou You's hand.

Wu Yixian was, after all, a dignified Strong Martial Venerable. He had never imagined that "staying alive" could also be a form of humiliation.

"..."

But even if they understood and were enraged, what could they do?

They were inferior in skill. Their so-called "blockade" had already come to nothing. Not a single person could stop Zhou You.

Zhou You did not even glance at these irrelevant people. He lifted his foot and stepped across the boundary, his leading foot about to land upon Northern Xuan Prefecture's soil.

Suddenly, a thunderous shout came from above. "Zhou You, do not leave! I, Su Zhaochangkong, have arrived!"

The four words Su Zhaochangkong sent ripples trembling