[ Ding! The Orderly faction has won. The Evil faction's formation will be disabled for 24 hours! ] [ Ding! Please select the combatant roster within fifteen minutes. ]
The restriction shrouding the arena slowly dissipated.
The Taiyi Sect Master put away his crystal ball and staff, then took a step forward and returned to the Orderly faction.
The Evil faction's demigods watched his retreating figure in silence.
Clearly, Star Lord's combat prowess had exceeded everyone's expectations. This demigod had spent sixty years in seclusion and rarely made a move; there were scarcely any accounts of his exploits in the world.
The demigods present only knew of two occasions. The first was when Asura had blocked the gates of the Capital City, and Star Lord and Fire God had personally faced him. That battle had not caused much of a stir, and its true circumstances remained unknown.
The other was the battle for the Light Compass, in which Star Lord's performance had been rather unremarkable.
Everyone knew that Star Lord excelled at divination and strategy, unmatched in games of calculation—and that those were supposedly his only strengths. Who could have expected him to display such astonishing combat power today?
Wine God had died because of it.
Ling Tuo suddenly raised his head, revealing his pale, handsome face. His deep black eye sockets stared intently ahead, though no one knew what he was thinking.
In contrast, the Orderly demigods were visibly delighted. In truth, they had not believed Star Lord would necessarily win. Though Solar Power restrained chaos-type abilities, Star Lord was not, after all, a demigod who specialized in the sun; what he controlled was the origin of the stars.
And stars were not suited for combat.
It was merely that there had been no one