"So you are the Great Yue Myth. This humble monk's defeat was no shame."
Great Master Fa Tian murmured softly, his expression much calmer now.
Commander Xue and the many powerful figures who had arrived aboard three dragon boats also looked enlightened, with nothing left in their hearts but lingering fear.
The Zhou Family members stared so hard they nearly popped their eyes out. Even in their wildest dreams, they never would have imagined that the Young Man in Green standing before them was the legendary peerless figure.
It was no wonder everyone looked this way. Xu Yi's reputation was simply too great. Especially since Great Yue had fallen into crisis, the name of the Great Yue Myth had been invoked again and again, and his astonishing feats had been spread far and wide throughout Great Yue, their influence reaching every neighboring kingdom.
Some who refused to accept their country's destruction had even declared, "If the Great Yue Myth were still here, Great Yue would never have fallen."
Of course, there were also extremists who claimed, "Great Yue's downfall began with the Battle of the Imperial Arena, and Xu Yi is to blame."
Whether praise or slander, all of it had greatly helped spread Xu Yi's name as the Great Yue Myth.
After General Naiman finished shouting, he leaped down from midair. His body swelled rapidly, both palms circling around him like lotus blossoms as steam coiled about his body. At times he took the form of a giant tiger, at others an enraged elephant, until at last he became a mountain-high lion and plunged down at Xu Yi.
"Take my punch!" General Naiman roared. His earth-shaking punch whipped up a howling gale that nearly swept Yan Zi off her feet. Pain showed on her face.
Xu Yi's expression turned