"Ji Fa..."
"That really is Ji Fa?"
The viewership had surged. The moment that wild-looking face appeared before the world, many people immediately remembered its owner's identity.
At the Purple Firmament Cup three years ago, Ji Fa alone had suppressed and swept aside every Young Emperor of his generation, directly climbing the Purple Firmament Cup... In the history of the Purple Firmament Cup, only one person from many editions ago had achieved a comparable record: Liu Er of Mount Xiyue.
Two peerless prodigies from different eras, with nearly identical records—it was hard for anyone to forget them.
Ji Fa was destined to become an Emperor. No one doubted that. Otherwise, the Ji clan would never have swallowed their pride and tried to win back Ji Fa, whom they had once treated as an abandoned pawn. Yet no one had expected that, three years later, Ji Fa would participate in the Purple Firmament Cup again—and this time, he would stand on the stage of the Battle of Twelve Cities.
"Wait... How can Ji Fa compete as a member of the Badlands Team?"
"You don't understand, do you? Ji Fa was expelled by the Ji clan back when he was still a good-for-nothing. He never returned to the family afterward and was a free man. Naturally, he could stay wherever he wanted."
The know-it-alls began explaining things on the Spiritual Energy Network.
"Ji Fa's current strength..."
"Mr. Luo of the Huoyun Team can actually fight Ji Fa. His strength really is unfathomable!"
"Who did you bet on to win this match?"
The discussion online was exceptionally heated. At the same time, the several united bookmakers controlling the betting market surrounding the Purple Firmament Cup were nearly working their brains' CPUs to death.
Although the green-robed figures had not gathered together, they