"I..."
Yu Zongguan looked at Chen Fei, his mind trembling, and instinctively wanted to beg for mercy.
If he could cling to life, how could Yu Zongguan be willing to die? But before Yu Zongguan could finish speaking, the Qian Yuan Sword in Chen Fei's hand had already come slashing over.
Yu Zongguan's eyes bulged as if they would split. It was too late to flee. The Annihilation Spear flew before him, trying to block Chen Fei's strike.
Boom!
The Qian Yuan Sword swept through like it was smashing deadwood and snapping rotten branches, passing without the slightest obstruction through the body Yu Zongguan had just condensed and blasting him into Blood Mist.
Yu Zongguan had barely been able to hold off the battle soldier and Shi Borong earlier, but against Chen Fei, even at his peak he could not have blocked him, let alone in this gravely wounded body on the verge of death.
Watching Yu Zongguan be killed on the spot, the Eighth-Order cultivators of the various races outside the arena all wore different expressions.
The Xian Race was naturally overjoyed. In their hearts, when Shi Borong had been lifted into the air by Yu Zongguan's Annihilation Spear, they had actually already believed Shi Borong would die in the Martial Arts Arena.
Even though they had been unwilling to accept it in their hearts, they had even begged for a miracle.
Chen Fei's willingness to enter the arena himself had given the Xian Race a little more hope, but that hope had not been great, because the other side had a full three late-stage Eighth-Order cultivators, while Chen Fei's true cultivation was only Mid-Stage Eighth-Order.
Yet this situation, one that had been almost a desperate situation, had been forcibly wrenched around by Chen Fei.
And there had been