"Hahaha..." Xiao Hua's arrogant voice rose from the dust of the collapsed arena. "How can such a broken-down arena be used for a fight? Whoever isn't afraid of dying... come at me if you dare!"
"Hiss..." Xingchen, Mo Jianli, and the others all rose to their feet, drawing sharp breaths as they stared blankly at the settling dust, at Xiao Hua and the Pingtian Rod in his hand amid the wreckage of the arena!
The weight of Yuan Ya's demon staff had already exceeded their expectations. They had never imagined that Yuan Ya, an ordinary person with hardly any cultivation, could rely solely on nimble footwork and a heavy weapon to withstand Confucian students who were nearly ranked—and even defeat them. Yet Xiao Hua... had not even made a move. The Buddhist formation bolstered by the thought power of three Clearing Dust realm Buddhist disciples had simply been crushed. If that Pingtian Rod struck them... what kind of miserable sight would that be?
"Disciple... disciple..." Fan Xiang clearly could not remain in midair for long. After only a moment, he landed once more atop a broken pillar of the arena and answered in a low, distracted voice. He could remain unbending even if broken, but... the cultivation of the man before him was plainly beyond anything he could hope to catch up to. How was he supposed to remain "unbending" now?
Xiao Hua looked around. The arena was gone, and the surroundings were silent. Then he looked at Fan Xiang muttering in the distance and recalled what Xiao Jian had said earlier. Yes, what cultivation did he possess, and what cultivation did these people before him possess? They were merely his juniors! Although his current strength was not even one-tenth of what it had been after consuming the Earth Crystal