The only people in the arena who were completely unscathed, besides Xu Yi, were Gao Ziyang, Qi Pingnian, and Hong Quan.
The three of them were utterly dumbstruck. Though they had once witnessed Xu Yi's fearsome abilities, they had never imagined he could grow to this level in such a short time.
Terrifying—truly terrifying. Purple Mansion Lords were all dragons among men, and when one emerged, even an established genius like Xiong Bei Ming had been dimmed by comparison.
Wang Qianqiu was merely a newly risen star. Aside from Wang Meihua's reputation, he had no astounding feats to his name.
Who could have known he was so savage? A whole group of Purple Mansion Lords had been powerless to fight back against him.
That terrifying Sword Qi was nothing like anything seen in the mortal world. Each sword strike surged forth like a rushing river, as if mountains and seas were being overturned. Its overwhelming force could scarcely be resisted; a single move could almost shatter every technique.
Kong Zhang finished writing the pledge without hesitation and handed it to Xu Yi.
Xu Yi waved a hand. "If there's nothing else, I won't keep Brother Kong and the rest for dinner. Those who need to leave should hurry along. Of course, anyone who isn't satisfied can call in more people to fight."
As soon as Xu Yi finished speaking, everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon.
Kong Zhang shot away in an instant, thinking, Fight you? Not a chance. You're a monster like this—who could possibly do anything about you, unless they brought out a True Core Old Ancestor?
But the Eight Great Immortal Sects and the Holy Clans had long ago made an agreement: to keep their relations from collapsing, conflicts had to remain within controllable