The battle between Shen Yi and that man rang out with tremendous crashes, audible throughout all of East Sea City. People could even feel the violent tremors emanating from the royal residence.
"What's going on? Is it an earthquake?"
"I don't think so. Could someone be assassinating the king? Who would dare be so bold?"
"Fortunately, it's daytime. If this happened in the dead of night, the entire East Sea City would probably descend into chaos!"
Many passersby nearby stopped in their tracks, speculating about what was happening behind the high walls. Little did they know that it was merely the commotion caused by two young cultivators sparring.
"I lost. Many thanks, Daoist Brother!"
The man looked somewhat bedraggled. His clothes were torn in many places, and several wounds marked his body. The blood at the corner of his mouth spoke of his current condition. Shen Yi, on the other hand, had remained exactly as he had been from beginning to end. The man suddenly realized that, after sparring with Shen Yi for so long, Shen Yi had not moved even half a step. He was now wholeheartedly convinced by his defeat.
Shen Yi had a favorable impression of this forthright young man as well, so they spoke for a while. Only then did he learn that this man was a royal descendant—the Kui Ox's own nephew, named Zi Yu—who had always cultivated under the Kui Ox's guidance.
Shen Yi could not understand why Kui had sent his own nephew to serve him. If he wanted Zi Yu to befriend Shen Yi, there had been no need to go this far.
"Only after today's battle with Brother Shen did I learn that there are always greater people beyond people, and skies beyond skies. I was too confident before. I