Boom!
A disciple of Immortal Dao Mountain was blasted straight into the air.
After glancing at the man, Qin Shaofeng could not help but sigh inwardly.
This was already the twentieth-something battle.
Ever since Lin Hai had defeated his opponent in the second match with a method that was practically risking his life, everyone on their side seemed to have been pumped full of chicken blood.
They gave their all in every battle.
Even so, they still lost far more often than they won.
After battle upon battle, although Immortal Dao Mountain and Cloud Mist City still had very little chance of winning, their fighting spirit had already been raised to its peak.
Ting Shan Yu's side still held an absolute advantage, yet they were also showing increasing signs of decline.
"Next person, step up."
Hearing this, Qin Shaofeng took the initiative to step forward.
It was already his turn.
His appearance immediately caused an uproar.
After all, word of his condition had spread completely. Everyone knew that Zuo Leng, the young city lord of Cloud Mist City, had had his memories wiped, even though his cultivation was still at the Emperor Realm.
His cultivation remained, but he could not use it. He was still nothing more than a low-level martial cultivator.
Yet before all the Emperor Realm experts of Immortal Dao Mountain and Cloud Mist City had even stepped forward,
he had actually come out already.
Could it be that he believed his current self still qualified as a middling or lower-ranked existence among Emperor Realm cultivators?
How could that be possible?
Even if his current combat strength was somewhat greater than that of some Saints, it was only greater by a limited amount, wasn't it?
"Immortal Daoist, isn't it somewhat inappropriate for Young City Lord Zuo to step