"What was that? Long Jie's Dragon Horn was torn off?"
Many Heavenly Demon Sect martial artists at the scene turned pale with fright.
After all.
That Dragon Horn was a symbol of Long Jie's noble status.
It was also the mark of the Dragon Race.
Yet now, it had been forcibly torn off by a Human Race martial artist?
After their shock, countless Heavenly Demon Sect martial artists at the scene felt blazing fury ignite within their chests.
The Demon Race.
When facing foreign races, they usually revered only the cold law of the jungle.
But at a time like this, they were united in righteous indignation!
They stared into the turbulent energy currents, where the battle's ripples were gradually subsiding, their eyes flashing with ferocity.
In the distance.
Athena let out several harsh breaths, her full chest heaving fiercely in a breathtaking curve.
The sight made many Black Dragon Divine Hall martial artists nearby breathe rapidly.
However.
Athena had no time to notice any of that.
Now.
All her attention was fixed on the figure within the still-unsettled battle ripples at the center.
"So powerful... a Peerless Demigod.
I truly never expected that a Martial Arts Youth who had belonged to the same generation as Wang Xian'er and Han Li, those young prodigies of the new generation—and was even younger than them—would reach this point after only a little more than three years.
Even if Big Brother Wuji came, he definitely wouldn't dare claim he could defeat him with certainty."
Athena murmured.
At the same time.
She also saw clearly at last.
The gap between a so-called Limit Demigod like herself and a true Peerless Demigod.
It was nowhere near as slight as she had once imagined.
It was an almost insurmountable chasm.
It was far, far too difficult