Shushan, Chen Changqing

Gradually, the surrounding cultivators turned their attention from the blood-soaked first arena to this "peaceful sanctuary."

Their expressions shifted from initial astonishment to bewilderment, and finally to barely suppressed laughter.

"Pfft... is there something wrong with the second arena?"

"That Li Feiyu is practically a prodigy repellent! Everyone who faces him forfeits!"

"What do you know? This is the bearing of a true master! Subduing the enemy without fighting, killing without leaving a trace! Attainment, understand? This is what you call attainment!"

A young dragon explained it to his companions, spittle flying.

Still, they had to admit that Li Feiyu was simply too powerful.

After all, judging by the strength he had displayed while forging an Immortal Artifact and weathering its tribulation, he would have perished long ago without formidable cultivation.

On the raised platform, even Long Ziyue could not stop the faintest smile from curling her lips. A flicker of amusement passed through her cool, starry eyes.

This Li Feiyu always managed to do something unexpected.

Perhaps having him as her future husband would not be so bad. She just did not know whether he could defeat Chu Xiong.

Naturally, Long Ziyue had no fondness for Chu Xiong. He was nothing but an arrogant egomaniac.

Only Chu Xiong's expression grew darker and darker, until it looked ready to drip ink.

To him, Chen Changqing's "victories without fighting" were nothing but a performance from beginning to end—the ultimate mockery of him!

Why should he have to fight tooth and nail, proving himself with blood and strength, while that thief effortlessly received everyone's worship?

It was unfair!

At last, after Chen Changqing won yet another "passive" victory and prepared for his final battle in the second arena, his opponent did not forfeit.

It was a young man in white, carrying a