From afar, Wu Chu watched everything and silently withdrew his foot.
Originally, he had wanted to take this opportunity to give Little Rascal a bowl of chicken soup and see if he could fundamentally "reform" him.
Unexpectedly, Nuwa had beaten him to it by sheer coincidence.
Perhaps this was that ineffable thing called fate!
The Martial Way Tournament continued. First Academy's total defeat had not made things dull; on the contrary, the later it went, the more exciting it became.
In the end, the final victor would be decided between Xuan and Zhuang.
Wu Chu secretly went to watch the final as well. Given his status, he had to sneak over so as not to place unnecessary pressure on the contestants.
He was rather curious what kind of person could actually defeat Lingzhuzi.
Although Lingzhuzi's magical power had been sealed and he could only use Martial Way Astral Qi, he was still a Golden Immortal transformed from an Innate spirit creature.
If Little Rascal had not been so preoccupied with mischief and destruction instead of cultivating properly, reaching the Taiyi Realm would actually have been easy for him.
Just consider how, in the original Primordial World myths, his reincarnated self had easily become a Golden Immortal and one of the central figures of the Investiture War. That alone showed how deep his foundations were.
Yet such a figure had been defeated by someone else. Just who was his opponent? A character from the original Primordial World myths, or someone who had originally been completely unknown?
As Wu Chu sat cross-legged atop the clouds and watched the two fighters below on the arena stage, little Yibao suddenly appeared on his shoulder and began watching with great interest.
Wu Chu smiled. "A battle at this level can entertain you that much?"
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