Black shadows streaked through the air. Countless cries of agony rang out, countless figures went flying, and a mist of blood scattered.
Xie Wu and the other Purple Mansion Lords had all been caught up in it. Not a single one escaped being sent flying.
The sudden upheaval left no one time to react—except Chong Xuzi.
He stared blankly at Xu Yi's terrifying demonic body, as if he wanted to memorize every hair on it.
When the Purple Mansion Lords were attacked, he hadn't intervened, because this was still part of the contest. He hadn't detected any killing intent in the eyes of that terrifying savage demon.
As expected, though the Purple Mansion Lords had been battered until they were a pitiful sight, grievously wounded and vomiting blood, none of them were in mortal danger.
Suddenly, the black shadow shot straight toward Su Phoenix. Chong Xuzi moved; he had sensed a powerful killing intent coming from that terrifying demonic body.
"Wang Qianqiu, don't walk yourself into a dead end."
Chong Xuzi roared and hurtled toward Su Phoenix. They were close enough to touch, yet at that moment he felt as if a vast chasm lay between them.
A black banner unfurled in midair. As it turned, Chong Xuzi felt his Primal Soul within his spiritual platform grow faint. The profound art he was about to unleash abruptly stalled.
In that instant, a tremendous crash rang out, and Su Phoenix went flying through the air.
"His dantian's shattered! His dantian's been destroyed..."
Someone shouted. The entire scene erupted with cries.
Many had no idea what they were shouting, or why. Yet their hearts felt as if they were holding back a ball of fire, a mountain. They had to let it all out in a roar, or the pent-up frustration would