Gu Jianyun's face grew even paler when he heard Shi Yi's rebuke.
A sudden sorrow welled up within him. As an exalted Ancient Freak, he had schemed across several lifetimes and paid an untold price, all to cultivate immortal qi, rise above all living beings, and stand at the pinnacle of the Great Dao.
In his final lifetime, he had succeeded. When that strand of sacred immortal qi took shape, Gu Jianyun could not help throwing back his head and letting out a long cry. His spirits soared, as though the sword in his hand could cleave through past and present and look down upon all of Immortal Ancient.
Yet in the end, he had become a stepping stone for a true young supreme, unworthy even of carrying his shoes. On this enormous arena, not an inch of space belonged to him.
Faced with Shi Yi's expulsion, Gu Jianyun had no choice but to swallow his grief and indignation and leave the arena.
If he stayed any longer, Shi Yi would surely deliver a thunderous strike, given his way of doing things. Gravely wounded, Gu Jianyun could not withstand another blow.
As they watched Gu Jianyun leave in dejection, the cultivators gathered below showed no mockery or ridicule. Their eyes held only awe.
He had indeed lost, crushed as easily as rotten wood before a storm. But he had survived a blow from the double-pupiled one without being instantly killed. That alone was an unparalleled achievement.
"Will you leave on your own, or must my fists 'invite' you down?" Having gravely wounded Gu Jianyun, a cultivator of immortal qi, with a single blow, Shi Yi displayed his invincible might in full. His gaze was cold as he looked at the beings on the arena apart from the four great young