Inside the arena.
Every movement of the nascent soul dharma form unleashed boundless might, to say nothing of the nascent soul wielding Myriad Forms as it pursued them like mad.
Ye Antao retreated, watching the nascent soul dharma form drive the Firmament Rhyme Hall cultivators into scattered flight with its sweeping attacks. None dared test the power of Myriad Forms.
But aside from the power of Myriad Forms, someone's mouth was every bit as lethal.
"Ten against one, and you still lost someone? Do you even know how to fight?"
"So this is Firmament Rhyme Hall? Nine against one, and all you dare do is run, not fight back?!"
Wielding Myriad Forms, the nascent soul dharma form reduced its surroundings to utter ruin as it chased down the Firmament Rhyme Hall disciples. Fortunately, their numbers gave them some ability to keep it occupied.
Several streaks of fire also swept toward Chu Xingchen's nascent soul dharma form to tear it apart. Since Chu Xingchen did not know the conditions for being ruled out, he did not dare risk taking these attacks head-on, and could only settle for seeking victory steadily.
The whole idea was to clear Firmament Rhyme Hall without taking a hit.
Even so, the Firmament Rhyme Hall cultivators were almost always fleeing. Chu Xingchen did not even give them a chance to combine again.
Ye Antao was also fleeing desperately with her sword in hand. She glanced sideways at the nascent soul dharma form freely pouring out spiritual power.
Only now did she gain a more concrete sense of what a top-tier prodigy was. Although she had spent most of the battle at Wuxuan Temple slacking off,
she had watched roughly the entire battle from the sidelines. Back then, she had thought the intimidating power came from the cultivation