Sima Yan had lost!
Even Sima Yan had lost to Ye Zhen!
Without question, Sima Yan was the last shred of dignity for Battle Soul Hall. If even Sima Yan had lost, then Qi Bing—the strongest among Battle Soul Hall's Moon Priests during the monthly rite—had even less chance of defeating Ye Zhen!
Qi Bing excelled at endurance, while Sima Yan excelled in savage combat power, with offense and defense as one.
Looking at Ye Zhen's recent battles, all of them had been swift and decisive. If Sima Yan could not do it, then Qi Bing would fare even worse.
What was more, not even Sima Yan had caused Ye Zhen much trouble!
Had Sima Yan not seized the initiative with that opening move, along with that unfathomably miraculous first reverse strike that wounded Ye Zhen, Battle Soul Hall would have had no face left at all by now.
In truth, Battle Soul Hall already had no face left.
Ye Zhen had slapped their faces swollen before so many people.
There was no other reason—Ye Zhen's cultivation was only at the ninth level of the Spirit-Connecting Realm.
Yet Sima Yan was one of Battle Soul Hall's most outstanding Moon Priests.
Of course, it was not that Battle Soul Hall had no priests capable of dealing with Ye Zhen.
They did, and quite a few at that!
But all the priests confident of handling Ye Zhen were Dao Realm Sun Priests of Battle Soul Hall.
Using their strongest and most elite Moon Priest against Ye Zhen had already cost Battle Soul Hall its dignity. Even if they won, there would be nothing to boast about; it would merely be to salvage some face.
But if they sent a Dao Realm Sun Priest into battle, whether they won or lost, people would