The moment he first saw Wuji, he instinctively wanted to concede defeat. But remembering that his master was watching outside the Primordial Battlefield, he could not give up so easily no matter what. He could only grit his teeth and continue fighting.
"Wuji, you are indeed strong, but I am not afraid of you!" Yintian Heng shouted before charging at Wuji.
Wuji gently shook his head and flicked a finger, sending a beam of will sword qi shooting forth.
With a splat, the sword qi pierced through Yintian Heng's body.
Yintian Heng was immediately swallowed by darkness. Sensing his condition, the Primordial Battlefield promptly moved him out of the arena.
Wuji claimed victory once again.
Outside the battlefield, Yintian Heng's master could only sigh helplessly as he watched the scene unfold.
Although Yintian Heng's talent was quite impressive, he still fell somewhat short when faced with a true genius.
Among this batch of elites, Yintian Heng ranked among the top twenty. Even experts in the top ten would have to expend tremendous effort to defeat him.
However, compared to Wuji, he was utterly eclipsed and had no competitive edge whatsoever.
Still, his master firmly believed that under his guidance, as long as Yintian Heng did not ruin his own future, he would surely become an extraordinary Saint God someday.
Thinking of this, his master felt some regret, but his expectations for Yintian Heng only grew stronger.
Wuji racked up victory after victory, forcefully advancing into the top thirty.
At this stage, the opponents Wuji faced were clearly a level stronger.
One of them was even an advanced Sacred Emperor who had advanced through eight Great Daos, with strength sufficient to rival an ordinary Sacred Emperor.
Yet this fellow was far too arrogant and actually demanded that Wuji concede directly without