That peerless demon was some ancient monster who had survived from who knew how many years ago. His strength far exceeded everyone's imagination; he was absolutely an existence beyond the Dharma Idol Realm.
A monster like that was simply not something ordinary people could contend with!
Ye Xiwen calmed himself and focused his senses. Sure enough, within the Sea Dragon Prince's body, a faint Demonic Qi was constantly wreaking havoc, making it impossible for him to bring out his full strength.
"Cough, cough! Cough, cough!" The Sea Dragon Prince's face was pale as he clutched his chest and coughed continuously. Blood came out with every cough, until at last he simply sat cross-legged on the ground and began healing his injuries.
The intense battle just now had directly triggered the injuries he had previously suppressed within his body.
He had no choice but to sit down and heal on the spot.
Yet what made Ye Xiwen even more curious was Jian Wushuang. He had decisively given up the glory of defeating the Sea Dragon Prince and advancing to the finals merely because he was already seriously injured.
Perhaps in his heart, nothing mattered but the sword.
Now everyone was watching Ye Xiwen, wondering what he would do. According to the rules, the Sea Dragon Prince had to immediately proceed to the next battle.
Ye Xiwen merely stood there quietly, showing no intention of urging the Sea Dragon Prince into the arena at once.
To Ye Xiwen, the Sea Dragon Prince was now merely a severely injured man. Even if he defeated someone in that state, there was no meaning in it.
"It seems Yunxing Sea Territory is no more than this. What Sea Dragon Prince? He is nothing but a hollow reputation!" A cold laugh suddenly drifted down from the