"Ha ha, those guys from the Wind and Lightning Pavilion ran away!"
"The Alliance Leader is mighty!"
"They ran really fast. If they'd been any slower, I would've killed one more!"
Cheers erupted. Several elders from the Starfall Pavilion and Burning Flame Valley wore broad smiles as they looked at me with fervent gazes. Luo Zhen and Tang Wu were deeply shaken. They had cultivated for several hundred years to reach the level of Eight Star Dou Zong, yet they had been surpassed by a junior like me? Their feelings were impossibly complicated.
Xiao Yan looked at me with admiration and longing, thinking how wonderful it would be if he were as powerful as I was. He secretly encouraged himself. Xiao Yan, you still need to keep cultivating hard. Follow Little Yezi's example!
I stood beside Chang Jie's corpse and watched Fei Tian and the others flee without pursuing them. I had clashed head-on with Huang Yan once, killed Thunder Venerable once, attacked Huang Xuan once, and annihilated Chang Jie once...
In the past, even if I went all out, I could only launch brief attacks and absolutely could not have held on for so long. Now that my Dou Qi cultivation had risen and my soul power had greatly increased, I had managed to endure until now. Yet my body was beginning to give out. My entire body trembled faintly, aching all over.
"Damn it, I'm still not strong enough!"
I gritted my teeth and took out "Three Seventh-Rank Pills" from my Ring of Holding, then swallowed the three seventh-rank medicinal pills. My Dou Qi circulated as I rapidly refined the pills. Streams of pure medicinal power swiftly seeped into my body, restoring my injuries.
"Everyone, we haven't won completely yet..."
I turned to look toward where Zi Yan