Supreme Li Ye!

Shui Xiangtian had lost, and the Immortal Gold Sword was gone.

He retreated in humiliation.

His furious roars could still faintly be heard from the depths of the starry sky.

The entire arena erupted.

"The Shui Immortal Clan Successor actually lost!"

"As expected of the Sword Emperor's Successor. He has no Imperial Clan bloodline, yet he can still overpower a successor of the Immortal Clans."

"What's terrifying is that he hasn't even become a Saint."

"An Emperor's bearing, without question. Is another Sword Emperor about to rise in this generation?"

The crowd discussed heatedly.

Countless gazes fell on Li Ye. At that moment, he seemed to have ascended to the altar of the gods.

He blazed with radiance, high above and out of reach.

He was as dazzling as a God Son from the Nine Heavens.

"Good! Excellent!"

Yan Luotian and the others laughed, their faces alight with excitement.

"My father and the others went to great lengths to invite experts from all directions to help, yet in the end, they were outdone by Daoist Li, whom Uncle Yan and the other six brought in at the last minute."

"Uncle Yan, you all deserve great credit."

Lu Ting smiled as she looked at Li Ye on the Supreme Arena, her eyes bright as the stars.

The quiet girl from before was now beaming with joy.

"Ting'er is right, Brother Yan. We owe it all to you!"

"I never thought the one our Ancestor sensed could turn the tide would be someone you invited here."

Lu Wangshan laughed, marveling at the strange workings of fate.

They had thought themselves trapped in a deadly predicament, yet against all odds, a way out had appeared.

The variable had truly arrived!

"However..."

Lu Wangshan's expression tightened again.

He understood that, so far, Li Ye