"These two are still fighting after all."
"Now this is getting interesting!"
"Yeah, who do you think will win?"
"Is there even any need to ask? It's definitely Lin Feiyu. Many years ago, Lin Feiyu's Dao Intent Inscriptions had already reached the ranks of the foremost geniuses of this era. Who knows how terrifying his current cultivation has become?"
"Yang Chen may be from the Seven Swords Pavilion of the Sacred Domain, but the Sacred Domain has declined greatly over the years. The Seven Swords Pavilion's disciples no longer carry the weight they once did. Besides, Yang Chen had never had the slightest reputation before this. Heh, what great ability could he possibly have?"
"Still, the fact that he could suppress Zhou Rumeng with a flip of his hand was truly quite unexpected."
"Haha, that little girl Zhou Rumeng accumulated most of her Dao Intent Inscriptions by relying on external objects. As the Saintess, she is merely the Nirvana Sect's figurehead, and she got lucky. How much actual combat experience could she have? She would be doing well if her ten thousand Dao Intent Inscriptions could barely subdue an expert with nine thousand Dao Intent Inscriptions. As long as Yang Chen is at the same level as her, suppressing her would be no difficult matter."
Upon hearing this, the crowd suddenly understood.
As everyone watched this clash, nearly all of them favored Lin Feiyu.
"Senior Brother, kill him!" Zhou Rumeng's face was full of venom. Looking at her own senior brother, her fury had reached its peak. She wanted him to kill Yang Chen with a flip of his hand and vent her anger for her.
Seeing Lin Feiyu launch a sneak attack against him, Yang Chen gently shook his head, looking rather helpless.
"Since you insist on fighting, then