Thrown into a Cesspit, the Sea of the Demon Domain, Xu Qingxiao Breaks the Unorthodox Art

Within the Capital.

Dead silence reigned.

Inside the Prince's Manor.

Everyone fell silent. The stillness was terrifying. Only the steward kept wondering whether he should warm the wine.

"Is our nephew Ji Yuan concealing his strength?"

One of the princes spoke. Sensing the disastrous state of the battlefield, he could not help asking.

Both were third rank, yet the gulf between them was enormous. Ji Yuan had been beaten until he vomited blood, without the slightest ability to fight back.

This made no sense whatsoever.

They were both third rank. Even if Xu Qingxiao won, they could accept that. But this was a crushing, one-sided battle, something that should have been all but impossible.

Inside the Heaven and Earth Literary Palace.

Wang Chaoyang had also been following the battle.

He knew Xu Qingxiao was powerful, versed in Confucianism, Buddhism, Daoism, and the Martial Dao. He could accept Xu Qingxiao being somewhat stronger than Ji Yuan.

But Wang Chaoyang found it hard to accept him being this much stronger.

"Is he concealing his strength?"

Inside the Literary Palace.

Wang Chaoyang frowned.

He had expected an earth-shaking clash, yet the entire battle had turned out to be a one-sided rout.

Ji Yuan had been beaten without any chance to fight back.

This was far too unreasonable.

Wang Chaoyang had no choice but to suspect that Ji Yuan was concealing his strength.

Otherwise, how could things have turned out this way?

Among those of the third rank, some could be stronger and some weaker. That was perfectly reasonable and normal. But as long as they stood on the same level, the gap could never be too great.

That was why battles between first-rank experts could only end in mutual destruction.

When both sides were in good condition, mutual destruction was the only possible