Not only Zhang Changsheng, but Feng Jiuyuan and Chen Poxu thought so too. Smug smiles appeared on both their faces.
The others around them naturally felt the same.
They shook their heads and sighed, their faces full of regret.
"What a shame. His abilities may defy all reason, but his cultivation is simply too low. I'm afraid he won't escape death today..." someone lamented.
"Exactly. If his cultivation were just one realm higher, at the Immortal King Third Heaven, then with that incredible secret technique, his Law of Heaven and Earth divine ability, and the Spirit Treasure in his hand, the outcome would be completely different!"
"Who could disagree? In the end, there's no escaping his doom today..."
Amid their lamentations, Xiao Yichen gave a bitter inward smile and sighed silently. Seeing Ning Wangshu's miserable, wound-covered body left him with mixed feelings.
"Alas, Fellow Daoist Ning... His strength is already beyond belief, but he's still fallen just a little short!"
The Samsara Heaven Sect's three Immortal King Grand Elders fell silent at his words.
Just as everyone believed Ning Wangshu could not stand against Zhang Changsheng and the others and would meet a bitter end, while Zhang Changsheng's group basked in smug certainty, something changed.
Ning Wangshu suddenly raised his head, looked at Zhang Changsheng and the others opposite him, and smiled.
Then he slowly said, "It won't change the outcome? Heh, aren't you celebrating a little too soon? Do you really think the likes of you can do anything to me? Be careful your joy doesn't turn to grief!"
As his words fell, the hideous wounds covering his body began healing furiously at a speed visible to the naked eye. Ning Wangshu had unleashed the Zhe Technique, rapidly repairing his injuries.
The only reason he had chosen to use