The Profound Immortals Jiang Ping An had eliminated felt some of their resentment ease when they saw how long he had held out against Dong Chen.
Even so, a trace of bitterness remained.
"Dong Chen, put your back into it! Knock Jiang Ping An out!"
They hoped Dong Chen would vent their anger for them and drive Jiang Ping An from the battlefield.
After countless exchanges, Dong Chen suddenly pulled away from Jiang Ping An.
Holding an azure longsword, he stood proudly in the void, his long robe stirring in the wind. His gaze burned as he watched Jiang Ping An.
"Not bad. Not bad at all. Jiang Ping An, was it? This young master will remember you. When it comes to speed, you and I are evenly matched."
There was a hint of praise in Dong Chen's voice, but far more of his undisguised arrogance.
"But if that's all you can do, then I'm afraid you're about to be eliminated."
Before the words had left his mouth, a multitude of Divine Runes appeared around Dong Chen. With a deft gesture, he split the longsword in his hand into thousands of blades. Sword Qi surged skyward like a rainbow, and its overwhelming force swept across the entire battlefield.
"Dong Chen's finally using a Divine Art! That's the Dong Family's god-level sword technique, Thousand Feathers!"
"They say the Dong Family's Old Ancestor created it after comprehending the Kunpeng Extreme Speed Origin and fusing it with his own insights. Its attacks are incredibly fast."
"So Dong Chen hadn't used a Divine Art until now. No wonder Jiang Ping An managed to hold on."
"Their fight ends here. With Dong Chen's strength, he's bound to reach the top three."
The powerful energy surging from Dong Chen's Thousand Feathers drew eyes from all around.