What did true misery look like?
To everyone present, this was misery enough. A god had been beaten to such a state—if they had not seen it with their own eyes, they never would have believed it!
Moreover, Duan Long Wuyu was no ordinary newly enlightened expert. Even among experts who had just entered the Long Saint Realm Initial Stage, he was famously formidable. It had not taken him long to touch the threshold of the Eternal Life Realm Middle Stage. Such cultivation speed was simply terrifying.
They had never heard of a demigod truly being able to contend with him. Even someone as bursting with confidence as Duan Long Wuming would not dare claim he could handle Duan Long Wuyu.
Everyone realized that Duan Long Wuyu's earlier declaration that he feared no one at the same level now seemed like a joke. Yet no one dared laugh at him, because it was not that he was too weak, but that this Suicidal Scholar before them was too terrifying.
He was simply a monster. They had never seen such a ferocious demigod!
Of course, that was because they did not know that Ye Xiwen still had cards up his sleeve and had yet to fully unleash his true strength. Otherwise, they would have been scared completely witless.
"I never thought Duan Long Wuyu would see a day like this!"
Many secretly delighted in their hearts. Plenty of them had long found Duan Long Wuyu unpleasant, yet they knew perfectly well that they were far beneath him and did not dare challenge him. If there had only been one slot this time instead of three, they would not even have come.
Unless they attained enlightenment, they simply could not compare to Duan Long Wuyu. Were they supposed to come and humiliate