The entire venue fell silent, leaving only heavy breathing.
The next moment, Sikong Jing's voice rang out, steady and forceful. "Xu He, you've lost."
Xu He's gaze froze. After staring blankly at Sikong Jing for a long while, he asked hoarsely, "Are you really not a war body?"
Sikong Jing frowned before finally replying, "You can take it as me having already unleashed the power of a war body."
He did not want to explain too much, lest some powerful expert like Yin Henzi later decide to pry open his spiritual platform and sea of consciousness.
He had a Beast Heart and a beast body, so it could simply be treated as a war body.
Xu He's lips twitched wildly. In the end, he still could not figure out whether Sikong Jing had a war body or not, but the result wounded him deeply. Even if the other side had truly unleashed the power of a war body, he had still lost.
And he had been defeated by someone two major realms below him. How could he not be crushed by such a blow?
In the end, Xu He cupped his fists, turned, and stepped out of the battle barrier. Yet for some reason, he did not regard Sikong Jing, this so-called disciple of the Thoughtless Sacred Sect, as a mortal enemy. There was even a trace of admiration in his heart.
As Xu He withdrew from the field... whoosh!
Orchid Lake Sacred Hall's strongest disciple to arrive in Ten Thousand Ice City suddenly flashed into the barrier.
At once, Sikong Ling, who had been about to cheer, tensed up again. The hearts of everyone present, which had just begun to relax, tightened once more. The second battle between peak geniuses was about to begin.
Sure enough, the Orchid Lake