This was why the Gen Clan was willing to send Rao Zhaopu into the arena: two fighters at the utmost limit of the eighth order late stage, their minds linked as one.
The power of such coordination was even greater than that of Xiao Jihong and the other two when they had surrounded Chen Fei earlier. After all, Yu Zongguan had yet to reach the utmost limit of the eighth order late stage.
As for Shen Yuanping of the Zhong Clan, she had been weaker still. Moreover, Chen Fei had slain her right at the start, before she could be of any use.
Rao Zhaopu's clone feared neither pain nor injury. Its usual fighting style was to trade life for life, making it far more troublesome than an ordinary fighter at the utmost limit of the eighth order late stage.
With Rao Zhaopu's strength, coupled with Chen Fei's fallen cultivation and weakened state, entering the arena to capture and kill Chen Fei should have been all but certain.
Even so, Rao Zhaopu did not grow careless. He went all out instead. Thus, the moment Chen Fei entered the arena, Rao Zhaopu struck with his Overturning Sea Hammer and summoned his clone.
Outside the arena, many eighth order experts' gazes darkened slightly when they saw Rao Zhaopu summon a clone at the same realm as himself.
The Xian Clan and the Yu Clan in particular grew increasingly solemn. Had Chen Fei been at full strength, they would not have been so worried. After all, he had already proved himself.
But now Chen Fei's realm had fallen, leaving him weaker than an ordinary eighth order early stage cultivator. Under these circumstances, could he truly break out of Rao Zhaopu's encirclement?
He had been far too impulsive. There had been no need for