Foreign Realm Prodigies

"So weak."

Su Ye looked stunned. This was no act—he truly was surprised.

He had originally planned to bash the other party senseless with one swing, then suppress him with a Treasure Art and capture him alive to exchange for more Saint Herbs and Divine Medicines. Who would have thought the man would be gone in a single strike? Wouldn't that scare off the leeks waiting behind him?

At that thought, his expression instantly turned ugly. He glared angrily at that Elegant Middle-aged Man, Hei Yuan, and said, "What kind of trash did you send out? He couldn't even take a hit."

It was not that he was too strong. It was that this piece of trash was too weak, and too careless.

Hei Yuan's face turned livid at those words. The one he had sent out was not some powerful prodigy, but he was still among the ranks of geniuses. Yet now he had actually been beaten to death with a single swing. Still, it was probably because he had underestimated his opponent. He said, "What is going on with this battle platform?"

"Battle platform?"

Su Ye said coldly, "Are you suspecting that I secretly played dirty? Do you think I'm as shameless as you people from the Foreign Realm? This battle platform was refined by a certain expert from Immortal Ancient. Once someone sets foot inside, their cultivation will be suppressed to the level of the person inside with the lowest cultivation. I'm a Venerable, so anyone who enters this battle platform will have their cultivation suppressed to the Venerable realm."

If it were not for the Divine Medicine, he would not have bothered wasting so many words to explain.

Hei Yuan did not believe Su Ye's words. His eyes shone brilliantly as he investigated the arena. Seeing