As they were discussing, a glimmer of light gradually spread across the pitch-black sky. The terrifying Calamity Cloud began to disperse, and the lightning tribulation finally stopped striking. The purple energy barrier vanished in an instant.
The newly severed corpse energy swirling around Xu Yi's golden corpse was absorbed in an instant. The next moment, his entire body felt as light as a white cloud and as fierce as a blazing sun, radiating the bold vitality of a hero in his prime.
Xu Yi felt the whole world turn its gaze toward him at that moment.
In the next instant, the Immortal Slaying Sword flashed out. Sword Seventeen swept across, and the two roiling orbs of light were immediately blasted apart.
The black-haired elder had struck first.
"Impressive. No wonder you managed to slay Pang Daojun back when you were still in the Middle Corpse stage."
The middle-aged man with yellow hair called out loudly.
Xu Yi said in a ringing voice, "From what I can see, Your Excellency is a superpowerful cultivator with four seeds. So why are you ganging up on me? Aren't you afraid people will laugh when word gets out?"
The middle-aged man with yellow hair replied, "Our brothers are seven against one, and we're still seven against a thousand troops. We don't care whether people laugh or not. Show us what you've got."
As he spoke, the seven had already formed a battle array.
Xu Yi inwardly groaned. The more shameless someone was, the harder they were to deal with. These men were already so highly cultivated, yet against him, not only did they attack together, they even formed an array. They were clearly old hands in the killing arena.
Such people were the hardest to fight.
He wasn't afraid of high cultivation; he was