Zi Long merely took one look before he could not help sighing again.
In terms of cultivation alone, Zi Qingyun's combat strength surpassed Ximen Yi's, who had only just entered the Ascension Realm, by far more than a little.
Even in martial skills, Zi Qingyun did not fall much behind.
After all, Ximen Yi had cultivated the Ghost Three Slashes for only a limited time and had merely just entered the first realm.
Not everyone was Old Ghost Chen Xing.
At the very least, the Ghost Three Slashes he wielded were no stronger than the Carefree Sword Art cultivated by Zi Qingyun—if anything, they were slightly inferior.
And yet, despite that—
Relying on the combat instincts he had honed over three months of slaughtering star beasts, Ximen Yi had actually fought Zi Qingyun to a standstill, perhaps even gaining the upper hand.
If Zi Long could still bear to watch such a battle, that would truly be inexcusable.
Time trickled by, and the battle continued.
Yet compared to the Carefree Gate disciples, who had been loudly proclaiming Zi Qingyun's might before the battle began, the surprise on their faces now grew deeper and deeper.
They simply could not imagine how things had turned out like this.
"My lord, I'm afraid this battle is hanging by a thread!"
Zi Chongming could also see the shifting situation on the battlefield.
Faintly, he seemed to understand why Zi Long had asked him that question earlier.
Zi Qingyun had wanted far too badly to prove himself.
Especially after learning that his opponent's cultivation was below his own, he had gone all out from the very beginning.
By now, Zi Qingyun's power of qi and blood had been depleted to an extraordinary degree.
Even if he could hold on a little longer, it would surely