As Huo Yuanhong's calm voice carried through Four Seas Tower.
The tavern fell utterly silent.
Other than those lying on the ground, only a few unaffiliated masters who had yet to rise, along with the Southern Heaven Alliance's representatives, remained.
"Gulp..."
No one knew who swallowed first, but it finally broke the silence.
He had won.
Earlier, when the eight great experts slowly rose to their feet, their presence had been as majestic as eight martial peaks pressing down from above.
And yet...
Before they had even taken as long as an opening speech, those eight experts with such overwhelming auras...
Had vanished the moment they stepped into the arena.
Heavy Sword No Edge unconsciously tightened his grip on his sword. Merely looking at Huo Yuanhong's back, he felt an immense pressure bearing down on him.
Hui Jue and the Black-White Twin Balefuls were the same, their gazes grave.
They had considered that, in this battle between one man in a league of his own and the Four Symbols Battle Formation created by a Martial Immortal, the man in a league of his own would still win. But they had expected him to fight while retreating, carving a path all the way out of the city.
Only once Sang Ruiqian and the other three had fought too long and inevitably faltered—once some mistake arose in their coordination—would his martial arts seize the opening in their combined assault, break them apart one by one, and shatter their joint technique!
That was the most normal way for one man in a league of his own to deal with an encirclement.
Yet...
The Four Symbols Battle Formation's killing encirclement had been broken at first contact, just like before.
What kind of terrifying combat method was that? His muscles and tendons had seemed to