The instant Jiang Pei was trampled into a pulp, a muffled thunderclap seemed to rumble across heaven and earth. Countless light screens suspended in the void trembled violently, rippling with layers of scarlet waves.
The cultivators watching beneath the countless light screens in the various worlds immediately erupted into cheers.
Although nearly everyone had placed their bets on the cultivators from the Great World, at this moment they seemed to have forgotten all about that.
After all, Su Fan was a cultivator from a medium world. To consecutively slay more than a dozen Celestial Race cultivators from the Great World was something they would never even have dared imagine.
Thus, when they saw Su Fan slaughter more than a dozen cultivators from the Great World all by himself, everyone felt honored by association.
Moreover, the several great battles had been dazzlingly spectacular. Many cultivators would probably never get to witness such high-quality fights in their entire lives.
Every cultivator who had watched this battle through the live broadcast felt that seeing it had made their lives complete.
Especially the many Integration Stage bigwigs from Lesser Yuan Heaven hovering around the battle arena. Unlike those who watched through the light screens, they had been at the scene themselves, so their experience of the several battles just now had been far more profound.
Venerable Mu Bai hovered high in the air, gazing at the Spatial Rift stretching for a thousand miles across the void, and could not help sighing with emotion.
The enormous sword scar Su Fan had left on the ground, stretching for several thousand miles, shocked him even more.
With this boy's strength now, a medium world was almost too small to contain him.
Looking down from the sky, two enormous sword scars spanning several thousand miles crossed one another,