Although Xi Youqin knew she was about to be eliminated, she could not say she was sad.
To the other geniuses, this round of the Great Era Competition was a battle against the raging current, advancing courageously.
If they succeeded, they would bear the fate of the entire universe, while also gaining inexhaustible resources and a boundless future.
As long as they persevered one step further, they might be able to ascend to the summit. Being eliminated now would probably feel like falling into an abyss.
But in Xi Youqin's eyes,
these were nothing more than trivial matters that had nothing to do with her.
Her purpose had never been to contend with the countless geniuses of this universe.
She had left the Purple Extreme World only to find Luo Zheng. As for the great hopes her master had placed in her... those were merely her master's hopes.
To fight her way out from among countless billions of martial artists, all for such a speechlessly absurd goal—most martial artists would probably find it impossible to understand.
At this moment, Xi Youqin's heart was filled only with boundless regret...
That fellow was clearly in another Blood-colored Castle, yet because of the rules, she could not cross over to him. Her heart was full of disappointment.
But just then, she suddenly sensed a figure flash past.
That figure stopped beside her, blocking the front of her statue...
"Poof, poof, poof, poof..."
Several wind blades, sharp as swords, struck the figure, producing a series of muffled thuds.
Who was this fellow...
Why was he using his flesh to block them?
Even these heavenly prodigies would surely suffer grievous injuries if they used their bodies to withstand the wind blades, right?
She slowly raised her head, only to see a handsome face. A faint