The elders of the Xuanyuan Clan were all stunned when Zi Yu's voice drifted over.
According to the wager, each clan had sent five of its disciples into battle.
The Chi You Clan had lost four people in a row, yet the Xuanyuan Clan had actually ignored the last person automatically...
After all, even Mao Xue, the strongest member of the Chi You Clan, had been defeated.
"So that's how it is. I was careless," Ji Mi said with a sigh of relief. As long as the Chi You Clan was willing to honor the wager, there was nothing else to worry about. "Since that's the case, Xia Yun, you may fight again."
At this moment, Xian Ze said lazily, "I told you long ago that the Chi You Clan is full of trash. Forget five—even if fifty of them were lumped together, they'd still be a rabble. I really don't know what's going on in their heads. Sending one more would only bring them further humiliation..."
No one from the Xuanyuan Clan paid Xian Ze any attention.
Xia Yun's expression remained unchanged. Holding the black Thin Sword, she once again walked out slowly, then transformed into a gigantic Desolate God and waited in place.
"Brother Luo Zheng, we're counting on you!"
Cheng Wei, sitting cross-legged on the ground, spoke as he treated the various wounds covering his body.
Zi Yu, Diao Yuan, and the other elders also turned their gazes toward Luo Zheng...
They had no idea how great Luo Zheng's potential truly was.
But as Cheng Wei had said, Luo Zheng had already been able to kill a Middle Desolate God on the Eternal Desolate Plains.
And now that Luo Zheng had activated the Chi You Desolate Body and passed through the Physical Body Tribulation, his strength should