The Sky Training Ground was deathly silent.
The air seemed frozen, so heavy it could crush mountains. Every gaze was fixed on the provocative, greedy sneer of the demonic cultivator Ji Botao, and on the silent figure in green robes standing opposite him—Chen Fei.
The demonic cultivators watched with mocking amusement, waiting for another harvest to unfold. The cultivators, meanwhile, felt their hearts sink with worry.
At last, Wu Fanyu could not help but sigh softly. Looking at Chen Fei, he spoke in a deep voice:
"This fiend is cunning and must have something to rely on. If you feel things cannot be done... there is no need to force yourself."
There was no disdain in Wu Fanyu's words, only a realistic assessment and a trace of pity.
He had never interacted with Chen Fei before, but they were in the same camp now. Naturally, he did not wish to see Chen Fei truly fall here.
For Chen Fei to achieve Thirty Kills with Late Stage Fifteenth Order cultivation, he must have relied on Heterodox Paths.
Such methods could achieve miraculous results in specific circumstances, but in this restricted Training Ground, in head-on combat against a fully prepared Fifteenth Order Earth Origin Dao Foundation Extreme demonic cultivator, the risk was simply too great.
What was more, since Ji Botao dared to take the stage so arrogantly, he must already have devised a way to counter such unorthodox methods.
The most terrifying possibility was that if Ji Botao unleashed some thunderous killing technique, Chen Fei might not even have the chance to say the words "I concede."
Then, it would mean death and the dissipation of the Dao.
Amid the solemn, oppressive atmosphere, Chen Fei first turned toward Wu Fanyu, who had offered the warning. He cupped his hands in a