Pyrrhic Victory

After killing the gaunt middle-aged man, Ye Chen remained where he was and did not go to help anyone, because no one on his side needed help.

Jin Wanshuang held a slight advantage against Lion Shaobao.

As for the cold young man against the middle-aged scholar, both were swordsmen. If Ye Chen went to help, he would only provoke the cold young man's displeasure.

As for Lin Yuxuan, forget it. That man was arrogant beyond measure; how could he be willing to accept anyone's help?

The twin brothers had eccentric, unfathomable temperaments, so it was best not to rashly interfere. As for the woman in yellow, no matter how Ye Chen looked at it, he felt that her opponent was the one who needed help. Going over would undoubtedly be like drawing legs on a snake—utterly superfluous. Murong Qingcheng also held the upper hand and had suppressed the young woman. Before long, she would likely end the battle.

Finally, the battle between the weathered old man and the old man in rain clothes was rather baffling. The weathered old man's style centered on speed, ruthlessness, and precision. The old man in rain clothes fought just like he dressed—strange, bizarre, and incomprehensible. Sometimes, when a straight attack was clearly best, he insisted on taking a curved path. Sometimes, when he needed to clash head-on, he retreated desperately; when he needed to retreat, he attacked with all his might. In short, he could not be judged by common sense or understood with a normal person's way of thinking.

Withdrawing his gaze, Ye Chen turned around and looked at the mountain-like pile of High-Grade Spirit Stones in the center of the palace.

The reason this astonishing quantity of High-Grade Spirit Stones had been preserved through endless ages was directly related to the formation