Who else?
Who else here dared to make a move?
Everyone watched Xu Xiaoshou hover in midair, the evening breeze sending his hair fluttering as his robes rustled.
His bearing was exceptional, his aura extraordinary.
With such a stance, who would dare resist? "This guy is an all-rounder!"
"His physical body, swordsmanship, and Spirit Refinement Path all excelled. Any one of them, taken alone, could crush everyone else."
"What was left to fight in this match?"
"Go up there just to let Xu Xiaoshou find new ways to torment you?"
"Restrictions?"
"He didn't even care about all those rules and restrictions. He only needed to casually use one skill to beat you until you were battered and scattered like fallen blossoms!"
Everyone looked at Xu Xiaoshou's face in the sky, their teeth grinding with fury.
But fury was fury. When it was time to yield, they still had to lower their heads.
Cursed, Passive Value, +1222. Disliked, Passive Value, +643. Admired, Passive Value, +865. Loved, Passive Value, +211.
"..."
That single sentence—"Who else?"—nearly made the information panel scroll red-hot.
And at the end of this battle, Passive Value finally kicked open the gates of one hundred thousand.
Xu Xiaoshou was moved to tears.
Passive Value: 101405.
How long had it been since he had seen such a gratifying six-digit visual impact?
The last time he had seen numbers this delightful had been when he was at the Heavenly Mystery Gate.
He wondered whether tonight could break that old record.
Xu Xiaoshou felt it might be difficult, but even if he could not break the record, tonight had already been an enormous profit.
He stood in the arena, his attention entirely fixed on the information panel inside the Origin Mansion.
Yet