The Old Hall Master Draws a Big Pie

Heavenly Execution, the Eighth Divine Palace's foremost Divine General, thrashed on the ground in agony, wailing and begging for mercy again and again.

After the World-Ending Black Flame burrowed into his body, it ravaged and incinerated everything within, nearly evaporating his flesh and blood.

Though his physical body was exceedingly formidable, terrifyingly so, even he could not withstand such torment.

"What a complete mess. You're far inferior to Shen Wuxu."

Ling Xiao's gaze was icy as he raised a hand and beckoned, withdrawing the World-Ending Black Flame.

Heavenly Execution knelt on the ground, trembling all over, his heart still haunted by the ordeal. He had yet to emerge from the terror he had just endured.

As for Ling Xiao's words, he did not dare refute them either.

Below the stage, Shen Wuxu looked at Ling Xiao with gratitude. He had to admit, this pent-up grievance had been vented beautifully—so beautifully it practically sent him soaring.

The scene he had dreamed of seeing had all been made reality by Ling Xiao.

"Seventh Divine Palace, Ye Chen wins!"

With the host's announcement, this match came to an end.

"The Seventh Divine Palace's Divine General is no simple character. Another crushing victory."

"In my view, he may possess the cultivation to contend with someone at the ninth turn of half-step Great Dao."

"Winning once may be luck, but winning twice is certainly not luck. This man has real skill."

The spectators all around began discussing it. If Xian Kelai's loss in the first match could be attributed to carelessness, then this match had been decided by sheer strength.

On the Eighth Divine Palace's stands, Yun Canghai's face was ashen, uglier than if he had eaten shit. His entire complexion was nearly green.

Behind him, the gods likewise felt disgraced. Not only had Heavenly