Within the Sacred Gate, the top elite disciple, Xi Jiliang, had also fallen into a bitter battle.
His opponent was Qiang Liang. Even with his formidable Late Stage Manifestation Saint Realm cultivation, he was suffering miserably against Qiang Liang, the Ancestral Witch of Thunder.
Qiang Liang was also at the Late Stage Manifestation Saint Realm. More importantly, he was a body cultivator; no matter how Xi Jiliang attacked, Qiang Liang endured everything head-on.
"Little brat! Stop resisting!"
Qiang Liang laughed wildly, gripping a thunder spear in both hands. Hundreds of millions of bolts of lightning coiled around him, blasting the space within a radius of ten thousand miles flat.
Xi Jiliang gripped a long spear with both hands. Blood flowed from his forehead, making him look utterly wretched.
"You?"
Xi Jiliang snarled. He was a renowned genius in the Inner Universe—how could he lose to some native of the Outer Universe?
Holding the spear one-handed, he kicked off with his right foot and transformed into a streak of light, charging toward Qiang Liang along the ground.
In the blink of an eye, he crossed ten thousand miles, intending to pierce Qiang Liang's head apart.
Lightning ravaged the area madly, while Qiang Liang laughed with utter arrogance.
Just as Xi Jiliang was about to injure Qiang Liang, a blaze suddenly appeared behind Qiang Liang. It was Zhu Rong. Wrapped in raging flames, Zhu Rong threw a punch.
Standing ten thousand zhang tall, he was like a mountain. He scattered the dust filling the sky, his mountain-sized fist smashing straight at Xi Jiliang.
Xi Jiliang's eyes widened as he hurriedly dodged, but his right arm was still grazed. The extreme pain twisted his face, blood splattering as Zhu Rong's fist tore away his entire right arm.
After losing an arm, Xi Jiliang