Shen Yi could tell.
From the moment those two had stepped into this realm, they had never intended to walk out unscathed.
They had not come to win.
They had come to test him—to see just how far his fire could burn.
People from outside the Holy Land had arrived too, and the crowd kept growing.
First, Authority Holders from the various halls gathered around. Then forces from the outskirts of the Holy Land poured in wave after wave. The sky and ground were packed with people, every eye fixed on the small knot of white-hot flame at the center and the Kunwu Branch that made everything around it tremble.
Before long, someone in the crowd recognized the flame.
"The Flame of Continued Combustion... That's the Flame of Continued Combustion!!!"
Someone else recognized Shen Yi.
"It's him. He's the one who fought his way from the Holy Land's gates into the Inner Zone."
"Wasn't he wanted by Cangwu Hall?"
"Wanted?" The person beside him scoffed.
"Look at this. Which side looks like it's being hunted?"
The murmurs stayed low, but they never stopped.
After all this fighting, two Hall Masters still had not taken down a junior.
The dark-brown-robed Hall Master's expression grew uglier.
"Stop holding back." He gritted his teeth and lowered his voice. "Drag this out any longer, and the Holy Land will be utterly disgraced."
The Cangwu Hall Master fell silent for a moment.
What he had really been waiting for was Shen Yi's trump card.
He had watched the Flame of Continued Combustion for some time, yet still could not tell how far it could burn.
But the spectators now stood packed in layers around them. If he stalled any longer, the Immortal Sacred Land's reputation would shatter right here.
So he raised his hand.
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