The cries of astonishment filling the arena were all for Xu Yi. It was as if his taking the field represented all of them, the lower ranks of the immortal sects.
Everyone felt honored by such a shocking victory.
Chong Xuzi and Su Phoenix exchanged a glance, each detecting a strange note in the other's eyes.
"Phoenix, even if this man can't form a Nascent Origin, he's still a rare genius. Let's call off today's battle."
Chong Xuzi sent Su Phoenix a message with his divine sense.
Xu Yi's astonishing performance had stirred Chong Xuzi's desire to nurture such talent. Even if a man like this couldn't achieve a true core, he would still be an immense asset to the sect. How could they let internal strife destroy him?
"First Seat, given the situation, do you think it's still possible to stop? If we do, where will that leave the dignity of the Purple Palace Lords? Even I, Su Mou, may well be dragged into this."
Su Phoenix watched as the situation in the arena shifted again, unable to suppress the intense fighting spirit in his eyes any longer.
At this point, everyone among the Purple Palace Lords except Su Phoenix had entered the arena.
But the situation showed no sign of improving quickly. In fact, it had been falling apart from the very beginning.
Su Phoenix had never imagined that Xu Yi's defenses could be so inhumanly strong.
He wasn't wearing armor or activating a robe. They couldn't even see spiritual power moving. It was just his fleshly body, yet no matter how many spells they unleashed, they couldn't break through it.
Meanwhile, his Seven Thousand Swords raged without end, their power peerless. He would often single out one person and hammer them relentlessly.
It wasn't until the third