Sun Wang stepped down from the Arena and glanced at the other contestants, a smile appearing on his face.
Yet his eyes were filled with exhaustion.
"Good job, fellow Daoist. Go get some rest. Leave the rest to us."
"Fellow Daoist, you were so cool. That strike just now was truly, unbelievably cool."
"Fellow Daoist, hurry down and rest. Leave everything else to us, we'll handle it for you."
"That's right, fellow Daoist. Go down and rest."
Seeing the utterly exhausted Sun Wang, the cultivators all spoke up to comfort him.
As they watched Sun Wang leave, they quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Sun Wang had won.
With two consecutive victories, the situation had opened up again.
Not bad, not bad.
Then next...
The fighting spirit in their eyes blazed even fiercer.
Next, they would surely continue winning one battle after another.
Among them, Ye Lin sat cross-legged alone in the center, saying nothing. He did not even raise his eyelids.
He had completely entered a meditative state.
Yet not a single cultivator around him dared to underestimate Ye Lin.
After all, Ye Lin's sword strike from before had already been deeply engraved in their minds.
In their hearts, Ye Lin was one point.
No matter what powerful expert the Chaos Ancient Clan sent out, as long as Ye Lin stepped onto the Arena, that would be one point.
He had completely become their pillar that steadied the sea.
"Damn it, what Hell Demon Ape? Get the hell out of here."
"Hmph, the Hell Demon Ape race used to be so prosperous. Now, it has still fallen into decline."
"Heh, you idiotic bird-brained demon ape race, go die somewhere else."
"Weak as pitiful scraps."
The competing experts of the Chaos Ancient Clan looked at Devil Abyss's corpse on the