"Hell yeah, beautiful! That was beautiful! Yun Feiyang, keep it up! Keep going! Torture that guy to death—torture him to death!"
"What terrifying swordsmanship. Yun Feiyang is still as invincible as ever. Awesome—I'm genuinely thrilled watching this."
"Heh, a mere Chaos Ancient Clan—how could they possibly be Yun Feiyang's match? Just stand there and wait for death."
"Wait for death! Fellow Daoist Liu Yan, did you see that? Yun Feiyang is about to avenge you, even if he isn't alone."
"Even if he isn't alone, it makes no difference. This battle is sure to be won."
"Hmph, Yun Feiyang, keep attacking. Don't give him a chance to catch his breath."
After seeing Barnes lose an arm, and seeing Yun Feiyang gain a slight upper hand, the cultivators watching from the islands of the Origin Continent began cheering one after another.
They had seen it—they had seen Barnes being beaten back, seen Yun Feiyang displaying his might, his invincible bearing.
It was as though they had already seen the outcome of this battle.
Yun Feiyang would surely win.
The humiliation the Origin Continent had suffered before was all being reclaimed by Yun Feiyang.
"I never expected it to be the Nine Swords Descending from Heaven. This battle is secure."
Yan Ting, standing beside Ye Lin, said with a smile.
"Fellow Daoist, you understand this sword art?"
Ye Lin looked at the arena and asked softly.
Those two strikes just now had indeed been extraordinary. Even his eyes had lit up at the sight.
That sword technique was no simple thing—far from simple.
"Naturally."
"The Nine Swords Descending from Heaven was comprehended by the Sword God after a lifetime spent pursuing the Sword Dao, drawing together every bit of his knowledge, experience, understanding of the Sword Dao, and countless other elements."
"Among