The two teams of ten all withdrew from the field, while Lu Ye and the other two still maintained their connected auras and battle formation.
He had already put away the Crag Mountain Saber. Dressed in broad robes with wide sleeves, he rode the wind through empty air. Anyone who saw him would have to praise him as a fine Spell Cultivator. Yet who could have known that this fellow, dressed like a textbook Spell Cultivator, had just wielded a saber to sweep away two full teams like autumn wind scattering fallen leaves?
Chu Shen burst into laughter. "That was satisfying—truly satisfying!"
In all his life, he had never fought such a hearty, exhilarating battle. Throughout the whole process, he had not needed to worry much at all. He only had to activate the power of his defensive Spiritual Treasure, then watch enemy after enemy perish beneath the saber.
When he fought others before, he had mostly relied on the might of Spiritual Treasures. But Fa Wuzun relied on his own skill. That saber was long and black, and those slashes were swift and sharp—an awe-inspiring sight indeed. Chu Shen could not help imagining: when would he, too, be able to sweep through all opposition like Fa Wuzun? If that day truly came, he would die without regrets.
If Lu Ye casually dealing with a Star Constellation Realm Late Stage cultivator at the gathering point had merely surprised him before, then this battle had truly opened his eyes. Such a scene was not something one could witness whenever one pleased. His background was indeed extraordinary, but precisely because it was extraordinary, he had received too much protection and care. In turn, he had lost some things, and had no way of experiencing what ordinary cultivators could experience.
He could not