"I..."
Yu Zongguan looked at Chen Fei, his mind trembling as he instinctively tried to beg for mercy.
As long as he could cling to life, how could Yu Zongguan be willing to die? But before he could finish speaking, the Qian Yuan Sword in Chen Fei's hand had already slashed down.
Yu Zongguan's eyes nearly split apart. It was too late to flee, and the Destruction Spear flew before him, trying to block Chen Fei's strike.
"Boom!"
The Qian Yuan Sword swept through Yu Zongguan's newly condensed body like rotten wood crumbling before a gale, encountering no resistance as it smashed him into a cloud of blood mist.
Yu Zongguan had barely managed to withstand the battle puppet and Shi Borong earlier, but against Chen Fei, he could not even hold out at his peak, much less in his current grievously wounded, dying state.
As Yu Zongguan was killed on the spot, the Eighth Order Experts of the various races outside the arena wore varying expressions.
The Xian Clan was naturally overjoyed. In their hearts, when Shi Borong had been raised into the air by Yu Zongguan's Destruction Spear, they had truly believed that Shi Borong would die in the arena.
Though they had been unwilling to accept it, even desperately hoping for a miracle.
Chen Fei's willingness to enter the arena personally had given the Xian Clan an extra shred of hope, but that hope had not been great. After all, the other side had a full three Eighth Order Late Stage experts, while Chen Fei's true Cultivation Realm was merely Eighth Order Mid Stage.
Yet this near-desperate situation had been forcibly turned around by Chen Fei.
Moreover, there had been no brutal, desperate battle. All they had seen was Chen Fei slash out several times, those few