Lu Yin gazed at Bu Kong, who was kneeling on one knee before him, and felt a pang of emotion. He thought back to their battle in the Cosmic Sea, when Bu Kong had single-handedly knocked down countless experts, dazzling everyone with his brilliance. Yet now he looked as wretched as a stray dog.
The Sixth Continent's cultivators were silent, able only to watch Bu Kong in disappointment.
Zhi Yi had already fallen out of the top ten, without even the chance to compete. Would Bu Kong be the next to fail? Still, at least he had made it into the top ten.
Bu Kong lowered his head. The palm print left by the Void Palm on his chest quickly faded; his resurrection secret technique was enough to restore him in an instant.
Panting heavily, Bu Kong stared blankly at the ground. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
Why had things turned out this way? None of his methods could deal with this man. The Great Samsara Art couldn't touch him, his Original Treasure Formation had been displaced, the imprints couldn't suppress him, and even his innate ability to disassemble connections couldn't get close. Why? This man had once been a piece of trash who couldn't even climb onto the Hero Ranking Platform. Now he was beating Bu Kong so badly that he couldn't fight back.
Why? Why?
Bu Kong's eyes turned bloodshot, and the veins on his body bulged. Thin streaks of blood seeped through his skin, staining him crimson from head to toe.
Across from him, Lu Yin raised an eyebrow and instinctively struck with a Void Palm.
The blood on Bu Kong's body abruptly vanished. It was still the Descending God Secret Technique, but this time it was different from when he had just broken the