"Im... impossible. Impossible."
Ru Xue watched the battle unfold, staring at Chu Jingming on the arena with disbelief written all over her face as she muttered to herself.
The invincible god of war in her heart, the Chu Jingming who could never be defeated—how could he possibly have fallen into such a state?
Fake. It was all fake.
But everything was happening right before her eyes, whether she believed it or not.
Ru Xue folded her arms and simply watched Chu Jingming.
She hoped that everything Chu Jingming was showing was merely an act.
That in a moment, he would once again unleash his divine might and chop off that bastard's head.
She was shocked, but everyone else was even more shocked.
Looking at the disheveled Chu Jingming on the arena, the many powerful figures who had long suffered under his oppression felt incomparably refreshed.
The once high-and-mighty Chu Jingming, who looked down on everyone and everything—so he had a day like this too?
At that moment, they were all overjoyed.
But Chu Jingming was not dead yet, so they could not reveal their emotions.
Still, they all watched the scene with expectant faces, watching Ye Lin with equal anticipation.
They hoped Ye Lin would slash out another sword—another sword to take Chu Jingming's life and end him once and for all.
"This doesn't make sense."
On the island, a group of elderly men stroked their beards and watched the scene with grave expressions.
Ye Lin had indeed died just now, yet not only had he come back to life, he had grown even stronger.
"This time, I'm afraid a major problem is about to arise."
One of the old men spoke with a solemn expression.
If Chu Jingming died in this battle, the repercussions would be enormous.
"Why don't