Desolate's older brother was fierce enough to stand against a thousand troops and ten thousand horses.
On the battlefield, Shi Yi carried the bearing of an undefeated legend.
When he wasn't facing Shi Hao, the Double Pupils truly made Shi Yi a contender for invincibility in the Mortal Realm.
But losing to Shi Hao might not have been a bad thing for Shi Yi.
In the end, there was no upset. Divine light burst from Shi Yi's eyes, cleaving Yun Hong in two.
The Nine Heavens and Ten Lands won another match. They had taken two of the five.
The people of the Foreign Realm looked livid. They watched Shi Yi's retreating back as he returned to Emperor Pass, their eyes practically spitting fire.
This was not how they had planned it.
They knew the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands all too well. It had no Kings, not even Undying Ones. How could it produce Heavenly Prodigies who rivaled an Imperial Clan?
And there were three of them. Three damned brothers!
The people of the Foreign Realm could hardly accept it. They looked like Clowns.
"Let's start the remaining three fights at once!"
A Supreme from the Foreign Realm roared, his voice carrying to Emperor Pass.
He did not want to fight one match at a time anymore. They had already lost two. What if the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands still had Desolate's older sister or younger sister waiting to take the field? What would be the point then?
The realm that won the most matches would be the victor. The Nine Heavens and Ten Lands still had three chances. If they pulled it off, they would not even need a final fight against Desolate.
They absolutely could not allow that to happen.
"Desolate, come out!" Wufa roared, challenging