Fresh snow blanketed the withered leaves, and Cold Sun Peak, which had been bustling for a whole month, finally returned to peace.
Inside the main hall, Steward Fang's cheeks were flushed as if he were drunk. He reported, "Eighteen bouts were fought, yielding eighteen Fire Element Spirit Stones and four hundred and ten thousand Spirit Stones in total. Please inspect the accounts, Sect Master."
The month-long period had passed, and the arena challenge Xu Yi had stirred up had finally come to an end.
The reason for setting the deadline at one month was that sixteen bouts had been fought in the first seven days, another on the ninth day, and one more on the thirteenth. After seventeen days with no further bouts, Xu Yi had no choice but to dismantle the arena.
It sounded unbelievable, but the truth was that Xu Yi's record had been too terrifying.
Venerable Tan Lang and the likes of Duan Xifeng had long been renowned. They were all at the peak of the Mid Soul Sensing Stage, yet they had either died or been defeated at Xu Yi's hands. This had raised the bar for challengers to a staggering height.
Thus, anyone who dared step onto that arena first had to measure himself against Venerable Tan Lang and Duan Xifeng, rather than Xu Yi. Only those who believed they could defeat the two were qualified to take the stage.
And how many such people were there in all of Huaixi Prefecture, in all of Jiannan Road?
After Xu Yi had cleanly won eighteen bouts in a row, even the most arrogant Mid Soul Sensing Stage experts could no longer fathom his true strength. If they joined the challenge, their odds of survival were slim; if they lost, they would become a laughingstock across the