Wushi Free Immortal

"Master, I won."

An Xin laughed softly, drawing cheers from the other disciples, which made the Blood Prison Great Sage feel even worse. To appear magnanimous in front of his master, he had no choice but to force a smile.

After Gu An gave a few simple comments, he had An Xin leave with the disciples.

The Blood Prison Great Sage landed beside Gu An, his head lowered, looking utterly dejected.

Only after An Xin and the others' auras had gone far away did he finally grit his teeth and say, "Master, next time, I'll definitely win it back!"

Thinking about it now, it truly was unbelievable.

Before the Wushi Daoist Field had been established, An Xin's aptitude had been so mediocre. Compared with the other disciples, she had hardly been worth mentioning. Yet after coming to Wushi, An Xin's cultivation had advanced at divine speed.

Recalling the battle just now, he actually felt a chill run through him. An Xin's divine ability was too terrifying. He had been besieged by countless An Xins, and if not for his physical body's sufficiently powerful self-healing, he would have lost long ago.

The self-healing divine ability he had created seemed as if it existed specifically to let An Xin display her own divine ability. If it had been anyone else, they probably would never have seen so many An Xins.

The Blood Prison Great Sage's heart had never felt such defeat. He did not dare meet Gu An's gaze.

Although An Xin was Gu An's most beloved disciple, he was the only mount!

In his eyes, his status was even more special, so he had even less right to lose.

It was rare for Gu An to see the Blood Prison Great Sage so dispirited. He asked, "You're very unwilling to accept