Toward Death to Find Life

Chen Fei showed not the slightest reaction to the gazes of these Holy Land disciples.

The seven great Holy Lands were the forces standing at the very summit of the entire Endless Sea. To be able to enter one of them was itself a matter of being chosen from ten million li, so being proud and lofty was almost inevitable.

This was not because they were ignorant and arrogant, but because for so many years, their strength had stood at the uppermost layer of the Endless Sea's plane.

Whether it was the strength of the Holy Lands or their own crushing advantage among those of the same rank, all of it had forged this mentality in them.

It was not that they looked down on martial artists outside the Holy Lands, but that they had never once taken those people as objects of comparison. If they were to compare themselves, it had always been against people from the other Holy Lands.

Defeating martial artists outside the Holy Lands was something entirely as it should be; there was nothing to be proud or boastful about.

Of course, if one could fight across ranks and win, then that could still serve as a topic of conversation.

However, even for Holy Land disciples, fighting above one's rank was almost impossible.

Only those Holy Sons, or prodigies close to the position of Holy Son, had any chance of doing such a thing.

This selection, in the minds of many Holy Land disciples, was in truth a contest between their respective Holy Lands. Of course, the Demon Kings with Divine Beast Bloodlines on the Demon Beast side were also formidable foes.

To save the Endless Sea, only their Holy Lands could accomplish it. As for the other Mountain Sea Realm cultivators, it was not that