After finishing his match with Peng Chang, Jiang Ming came beneath Zhang Xiao Fan's arena to see just how powerful Soul Devouring truly was. It could actually ignore differences in cultivation and defeat opponents above its level—and not by a small margin, either. Just look at the gap between Zhang Xiao Fan's fourth-level cultivation and Lu Xueqi's eighth or ninth level in the original story. That was nearly double, yet they still managed to injure each other badly. It was simply unimaginable. This was Xianxia World, not some low-martial world.
When he arrived beneath the farthest "Zhen" arena, Zhang Xiao Fan's match had yet to end. Zhang Xiao Fan was being swallowed by the radiance of his opponent, Chu Yuhong, while Zeng Shushu, watching below the stage, was frantic with worry and practically wanted to rush up to help. At that moment, Jiang Ming's voice sounded beside Zeng Shushu's ear.
"Junior Brother Zeng, don't worry. Xiao Fan isn't that weak." Jiang Ming swept his gaze across the stage and immediately understood what was happening. He walked over to Zeng Shushu's side and held down his agitated body.
Hearing that familiar voice, Zeng Shushu turned around and said, "Senior Brother Jiang, Xiao Fan is already in that state, yet you're still not worried? Is he even your junior brother? He's only at the second level of Yuqing cultivation."
"Is there any doubt that Xiao Fan is my junior brother? But I know him well. Chu Yuhong is nothing special. Xiao Fan is guaranteed to win this match. If you don't believe me, just watch." Jiang Ming smiled and casually pointed toward the stage.
"Really?" Zeng Shushu looked doubtful as he turned back toward Zhang Xiao Fan, who was engulfed in light within the arena.
Just then, a scream rang out. Everyone