Before the Demon Emperor's Tomb, deathly silence reigned.
The Demon Beasts and human geniuses stared wide-eyed at the bottomless five-fingered palm print before them, their faces full of shock and disbelief.
"Hiss!"
"Hiss..."
After a long while, a chorus of sharp intakes of breath finally rang out across the field.
Jin Sixteen had actually lost—to the Demon Monk.
To the Demon Beasts, this was far too shocking, leaving them utterly shaken.
As members of the Demon Race themselves, they knew exactly how formidable Jin Sixteen was. Competition within the Demon Race was brutally fierce, and Jin Sixteen's reputation had been fought for step by step, with no room for even the slightest falsehood.
Among the younger generation of the Demon Race, even when compared with certain divine beasts, Jin Sixteen's talent could rank among the top five.
Yet such a powerful divine beast had actually been defeated by a human.
The Demon Beasts found it hard to accept.
As for the human geniuses, they too felt immense pressure from Xiao Yun. Though they were all human, every Human Race genius who came to the Myriad Demon Battlefield to temper themselves aimed to attain the Dao and become a Great Emperor.
Since that was the case, even if they belonged to the same Human Race, Xiao Yun would become their rival in the future.
"How was that? This young lady wasn't wrong, was she? He wouldn't lose to Jin Sixteen!" Qin Bingyue shot Ao Tian a sidelong glance and said teasingly.
Ao Tian's eyes narrowed, and his gaze toward Xiao Yun was filled with wariness. Even the Blood Demon Sword behind him trembled.
He knew that the Demon Monk before him was now qualified to become his "opponent."
Boom!
Golden light suddenly surged into the sky, dazzling as a golden rainbow