"Qin Buhui!"
"Qin Buhui!!"
"Qin Buhui!!!"
The roar of the crowd surged into the heavens, nearly overturning the entire dojo's sky!
Many people also searched their memories and maps for information on the Heavenly Dao Immortal Sect, yet found nothing.
Amid those earthshaking cheers, the battles on Arenas Seventy-Three and Ninety-Nine lost all their former brilliance.
The flames around Fenjin flickered unsteadily. His chest heaved violently, and several more wounds had appeared on his body. Though none were deep, he looked rather bedraggled.
By now, he had already eliminated more than two hundred people!
The remaining pressure had lessened considerably. Given time, he would have been able to secure victory.
Yet this achievement, which should have sent the entire venue into an uproar, received almost no attention.
Because before an even greater radiance, his own light was no longer worth mentioning.
He glanced toward Arena Sixty-Six, which had already been cleared, and at the lone figure standing there calmly.
The flames he had always taken pride in looked, before that almost artistic sweep, like a clumsy and laughable performance that had exhausted every ounce of effort.
It was not that he was too weak, but that the other side...
Was too strong!
A trace of faint bewilderment and... understanding flashed deep within Fairy Qingyue's cold eyes.
So this was where the true heavenly chasm lay.
On this arena, she had calculated every shred of Immortal Power consumed, the force behind every strike, calculated...
But before absolute strength, every calculation was so pale and powerless.
Tuoba Xiong planted his gigantic axe into the ground and panted heavily.
He looked at that distant figure, then finally spat hard. "Damn it... that guy really is a fucking monster!"
The knuckles of Zhuo Wuchen's sword-gripping hand had turned slightly white from excessive force.
He