"Damn, I thought I'd get a chance to see the geniuses of the Primordial Era. Boring. Let's go, let's go."
Xiao Yan grumbled as he got to his feet, ready to leave.
What was there to watch in a staged match?
With this time, they might as well find a few genuine peerless geniuses and have a proper battle!
A good, hearty warm-up!
"Don't rush."
Su Bai spoke up. "Though this is a fake genius, this place does not lack real geniuses."
"Wait a little longer."
Xiao Yan paused, then sat back down. Since his master had spoken, he would wait a little longer.
"Real geniuses?" Zhuge Feng and the others fell into thought.
Soon after, the second challenger stepped onto the stage.
This time, it was a True Immortal dressed like a Rogue Cultivator, and the battle was even more "thrilling."
Nangong Yun unleashed a set of Sword-Shadow Clones that looked incomparably dazzling, more than a dozen phantoms circling around the Rogue Cultivator.
The Rogue Cultivator, meanwhile, appeared "flustered," "struggling desperately" to fend them off. In the end, he was "carelessly" struck "heavily" on the arm by the hilt of one phantom's sword.
"Bang!"
His sword flew from his hand, and the Rogue Cultivator crashed "heavily" onto the ground. He shouted, "Young Master Nangong's swordsmanship is divine! I willingly admit defeat!"
The third challenger, a disciple from a small sect, even put on a "bitter struggle."
He exchanged over a dozen "clang-clang" moves with Nangong Yun. The scene looked quite "fierce," until Nangong Yun's Sword Qi grazed the corner of his robe. He immediately spat blood and flew backward.
After struggling to his feet, he clasped his hands and conceded defeat, sighing, "Young Master's Immortal Power is pure and vast. My foundation is shallow, and I could not endure