Lü Xuan sat calmly below, his expression placid as he watched the two men fighting above.
Despite his calm expression, however, Lü Xuan was anything but calm inside.
In all honesty, he did not think Chu Xingchen could really defeat Li Moze at the same cultivation level, not when Li Moze had fought his way through storms of blood.
Both he and Li Moze might seem easy to talk to now, but who among those who had survived to become Sect Leaders had not escaped death by a hair time and again?
Those who survived were elites, and those who distinguished themselves among those elites were the very finest combat cultivators.
He was one, and so was Li Moze.
Sometimes, combat experience and instinct needed countless battles to develop, needed to be comprehended on the razor's edge between life and death.
Sometimes, even a gap in cultivation could not outweigh those combat instincts.
The key to fighting above one's level was possessing combat instincts beyond those of ordinary people.
In Lü Xuan's eyes, Chu Xingchen actually fell far short of Li Moze in both cultivation and combat instinct.
But seeing how utterly confident Chu Xingchen looked, and with Bai Xuanling fanning the flames beside him, Lü Xuan could only grit his teeth and put his faith in him for now.
Things looked all right so far. Li Moze did not seem to have gained much of an advantage, and that was enough.
As far as Lü Xuan was concerned, Chu Xingchen did not need to win, as long as he did not lose too badly.
Of course, an unexpected surprise would be nice, though that seemed rather unlikely.
But a moment later, Lü Xuan's eyes narrowed, and he readied himself to intervene and protect Chu Xingchen at any moment.
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