"Didn't you know? This man is called Li Xiaoyao. He had been following Ye Lin all along, but I'd never seen him make a move before. Now I have."
"He beheaded a peak Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal prodigy in ten breaths. With strength like that, why follow Ye Lin? Does that even have a future? With talent like his, he'd be worshipped wherever he went among any Golden Immortal faction."
"Who knows? Everyone has their own ambitions. It isn't something you or I can discuss."
"Heh..."
Li Xiaoyao beheaded Wang Hu in ten breaths, leaving the surrounding experts watching the battle utterly stunned.
Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals stood high above all others, and Wang Hu had been a prodigious cultivator at that. His combat strength was not to be underestimated.
Yet Li Xiaoyao had needed only ten breaths.
Honestly, not even slaughtering a pig was this fast.
The entire scene fell into Liu Zhen's eyes. Liu Zhen, who had been brimming with confidence, now wore an expression as ugly as if he had eaten shit.
"Damn it, is Wang Hu trash?"
After holding it in for a long while, Liu Zhen finally cursed angrily. What kind of trash got beheaded in ten breaths? Had he cultivated all the way into a dog's belly?
Every day, he boasted about how formidable he was, only to turn out to be nothing but trash.
At his words, the old man before him cast his young master a complicated look.
How was Wang Hu inadequate? The other side was simply too strong.
Li Xiaoyao's fortune was incomparably dense, while Wang Hu had not a trace of fortune gathering around him.
Between the two, if Wang Hu did not lose, who would?
Though fortune did not increase one's combat strength, its influence was invisible and