Gradually, the surrounding cultivators' gazes shifted from the blood-soaked Arena One to this "peaceful haven."
The expressions on their faces changed from initial astonishment, to something strange, and finally to barely restrained laughter.
"Pfft... Is Arena Two cursed or something?"
"That Li Feiyu is practically a prodigy repellent! Whoever runs into him immediately surrenders!"
"What do you know! This is the bearing of a true big shot! Subduing foes without fighting, killing without leaving a trace! It's called cultivation, understand? This is cultivation!"
A young Dragon Clan man analyzed the situation for his companions, spittle flying everywhere.
Still, they had no choice but to admit that this Li Feiyu was simply too strong.
After all, the strength he had displayed when he used artifact refinement to transcend tribulation and forge an Immortal Artifact—without powerful cultivation, he would likely have perished long ago.
Up on the high platform, the corner of Long Ziyue's lips also lifted into a faint curve. A flash of amusement passed through her cool, starry eyes.
This Li Feiyu always managed to do the unexpected.
If he could become her future husband, perhaps that would not be so bad. The only question was whether he could defeat Chu Xiong.
Long Ziyue naturally had no favorable impression of Chu Xiong. He was nothing but an arrogant fool.
Only Chu Xiong's face grew darker and darker, so dark it seemed ready to drip water.
To him, Chen Changqing's "victory without fighting" was a complete performance, the greatest possible mockery of him!
Why was he here fighting for his life, using blood and strength to prove himself, while that thief could so easily accept the worship of others?
It was unfair!
At last, when Chen Changqing "passively" won once more and was about to face his final battle in Arena