At this moment, everyone from the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land wore ugly expressions, as though their parents had died. One by one, they were ashen-faced and dejected.
They had lost again. Even their Desolate Ancient Sacred Land's Quasi-Divine Son was no match for Xiao Yun—who else could possibly stand against him?
Did they truly have no choice but to ask a Saint to take the field?
Xiao Yun was simply too powerful, leaving everyone from the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land feeling helpless.
The Holy Son had lost, and the Quasi-Divine Son had lost as well. Xiao Yun was practically invincible.
At least among those of the same realm, perhaps no one could defeat Xiao Yun.
"Roar!"
In the arena, Yang Yiming suddenly let out a thunderous roar. His beard and hair stood on end, while endless golden divine radiance burst from his eyes like a sea of golden lightning. Thunder boomed deafeningly, and his might swept across heaven and earth.
"I haven't lost yet!"
Yang Yiming brandished the halberd in his hand and charged forward once more.
His body shone brilliantly, and an ancient starry sky was reflected in his eyes. Faintly, two stars seemed to burn within them, erupting with dazzling golden divine light.
"Boom!"
Two beams of golden divine light tore through the void, piercing through heaven and the Nine Netherworlds as they shot toward Xiao Yun's soul.
At that instant, Xiao Yun felt his soul tremble, as though it were being scorched by blazing flames. The pain was unbearable.
"What is this?" Xiao Yun stared at Yang Yiming before him, inwardly shocked.
At this moment, golden light blazed from Yang Yiming's eyes, as though he had awakened Fiery Golden Eyes. The golden rays shooting from his pupils were so fierce that they were nearly tangible.
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