For twenty years, Gao Xian had been waiting for Hai Yuqiong to make her move.
He knew that she was actually one of the administrators of the Six Paths Revolving Dharma Altar—and at this point in time, likely its only administrator.
No matter how much Hai Yuqiong admired him, she could not possibly sit by and watch him win thirty-six consecutive matches and walk away with the rewards.
Yet this big sister truly knew how to keep her composure. She had made no move at all. Instead, the powerful figures of the Six Paths had been unable to hold back, sending several formidable Spirit Transformation cultivators down to fight him.
Still, those Spirit Transformation cultivators ultimately were not among the very best. They were only at the level of Luo Wufa and Ma Feijia.
In his view, they were even a notch below Yang Kangtian.
The Six Paths were vast, no less expansive than the human realm. There ought to be some peerless geniuses like him here as well!
Gao Xian himself felt that no one could compare to him. He had the Wind and Moon Mirror—who could possibly rival him? The problem was that Sister Bai had said he was not the strongest fifth-tier cultivator.
Clearly, there were fifth-tier cultivators in the heavens of the Six Paths who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him. Yang Kangtian could not even defeat Zhi Zhen, so he was far inferior to Gao Xian.
Gao Xian had actually been rather looking forward to an evenly matched opponent. Perhaps such an opponent could help him break through the bottleneck in his swordsmanship.
Unfortunately, after waiting twenty years, all he got was Mu Changsheng. This man was clearly a dead warrior.
It had to be said that a Spirit Transformation dead warrior was indeed