The sky was like a midsummer thunderstorm night. In an instant, silver snakes writhed wildly, and heaven and earth fell into darkness.
On the ground, Yu Tianqi, Rui Qianshan, Bai Jing, and the others rose into the air in unison to watch the battle.
If they missed a peerless battle like this, they would probably regret it for the rest of their lives!
Yet Yu Tianqi, Bi Changhong, and the others all felt somewhat humiliated.
Xue Wu and Feng Du had established the tone with a single sentence: the strong had the final say.
They themselves were among the strongest people in the entire world, but before Xue Wu, Feng Du, and the others, they could not be considered strong at all.
All they could do was watch.
They had no chance to make a move.
Thus, while watching the battle, Bi Changhong kept glancing at Rui Qianshan—fiercely.
His gaze was vicious.
He did not look at Yu Tianqi, because he could not beat him...
Rui Qianshan ignored him. He merely raised his head and stared intently at the battlefield, silently learning.
This was Dongfang Sansan's death order to him: Whenever people stronger than you fight, just learn!
Others will shoulder everything else! Don't worry about it!
Of course, Dongfang Sansan had left one implication unspoken: No one was counting on you to preside over anything major anyway. You useless bastard couldn't preside over anything major...
Rui Qianshan had not heard Dongfang Sansan's unspoken implication, so he simply obeyed. I'll just learn.
As for Bi Changhong looking at me... Let him look. I'm handsome as hell; let this old bastard die of envy!
Fang Che stared at Feng Du in the sky, stunned. The Supporting Heaven Saber he had learned flowed through his mind, each move and stance unfolding in