Low murmurs rose, filled with sympathy for Chen Fei and dread of Yu Jinsheng.
Everyone had seen Yu Jinsheng's performance over the past few days; his fierce reputation had already sunk deep into their hearts.
Yu Jinsheng's gaze slowly swept across the entire arena before finally fixing on Chen Fei.
The strange curve at the corner of his mouth deepened. His voice carried a hoarse, playful rasp like metal grinding against metal as it rang clearly through the silent Training Ground:
"Dan Chen Sect, Chen Fei. The only one at Great Cang Realm Peak. How impressive."
He looked Chen Fei up and down. "These past few days, your name has been buzzing in my ears until they've practically grown calluses. With a body at the Great Cang Realm, you defeated powerful foes one after another and made it into the top eighty-one. It is indeed a little interesting."
Yu Jinsheng paused, and his tone suddenly turned cold, killing intent spilling from his eyes. "However, this is as far as you go. That you could walk this far was your luck—and also your misfortune.
"In a moment, you'd better put in some effort. Because this will be your final Myriad Sect Grand Competition!"
These words were filled with undisguised contempt and killing intent.
Coupled with Yu Jinsheng's sinister, cold aura, they made many spectators feel a chill crawl up their spines.
When Chen Fei heard this, there was not the slightest anger on his face, nor a trace of fear. He merely looked at Yu Jinsheng quietly.
Then, under Yu Jinsheng's gradually dangerous gaze, the corner of Chen Fei's mouth slowly lifted into an extremely faint curve.
Immediately after, a voice so calm it held no ripple at all, yet seemed to contain some strange power, slowly emerged from Chen Fei's