Cultivators from every major sect across the Nine Provinces had placed great hopes on Zhi Zhen. At the Nine Provinces Assembly, she had been a sure victory against Ru Dian.
Dao Hong Dao Venerable had even ranked Zhi Zhen above Ru Dian, clearly indicating that Zhi Zhen's cultivation was a notch higher.
Yet the moment they exchanged blows, Zhi Zhen's neck was severed by her opponent. Her head was practically about to come off. All the cultivators were both shocked and disappointed.
Could Zhi Zhen really be killed just like that? Then her death would have been worthless!
He Feng and Ru Dian had both traded one for one even if they died, without suffering the slightest loss! How had it come to this with the even stronger Zhi Zhen, who had instead fallen flat?
The many cultivators had not yet had time to say anything, but inwardly, they were already cursing. Few of them considered just how formidable Yin Feihu's ability to split into phantoms and come and go without trace truly was.
Aboard the Azure Dragon Flying Ship, the Spirit Transformation Demon Race cultivators all wore delighted expressions.
They clearly held the advantage in strength, yet they had been suppressed in momentum by the Nine Provinces cultivators. This had left the demons deeply displeased. Seeing Yin Feihu display such might, they were all exhilarated.
The few sixth-rank Pure Yang cultivators, however, remained calm as still water, showing neither joy nor anger.
Demon King Bai Kui, seated in the place of honor, showed not the slightest delight on his ugly bovine face. It was not that he was putting on an air of unfathomable depth; the battle had only just begun, and it was still far too early to speak of victory or defeat.
Yin Feihu's Netherworld Shadow was