Aboard the warship, Li Changsheng stroked his chin and frowned as he watched Li Xiaoyao leave with his twin hammers in hand. He had the distinct feeling that Li Xiaoyao's deep glance just now had been directed at him, yet he had no proof.
"Just what is Li Xiaoyao's background? His strength doubled in mere moments?"
Li Changsheng muttered with a frown. When Zifan had trapped Li Xiaoyao, he had originally thought victory was certain. But who would have expected that idiot to try to convert a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal expert?
And a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal expert stronger than himself, at that. At the time, Li Changsheng had truly wanted to curse, Are you an idiot?
Others might not know about the Buddhist Sect's conversion methods, but didn't you, one of their own, know?
True Immortals converted Heavenly Immortals, Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals converted True Immortals, and Golden Immortals converted Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals.
But he had never imagined that someone would dare try to convert an opponent of the same realm.
What an idiot. He had not died unjustly.
"Li Xiaoyao's condition doesn't seem quite right. Let me take the next match."
Below Li Changsheng, a young man spoke quietly. Any intelligent person could see that Li Xiaoyao was not in good condition. If he went up now, he would surely be able to kill the current Li Xiaoyao.
"You?"
Li Changsheng stroked his chin. They had sent Li Xiaoyao out in the first match, yet they had not managed to probe out anything they needed to know. In his eyes, Zifan had died for nothing.
After all, he had not served any purpose at all.
Even now, Li Changsheng still did not know what Ye Lin's trump card was.
What exactly was Ye Lin relying on?