"Xinghai Team, hold the line!"
A short while later, everything seemed unchanged, yet everything had actually changed.
Yu Xiaobao swept through three members of the Xinghai Team like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Although the Xinghai Team was not weak this year, at the stage where sixteen teams competed for eight spots, "not weak" was not enough.
They had to be "very strong"!
Zhan Ying, the last to compete, took a deep breath. Looking at his dispirited teammates, he said firmly, "I'll do my best to hold the line."
"Go get him, Captain!" The three bruised and battered teammates pumped their fists together.
Looking at Yu Xiaobao, whose momentum was soaring on the arena, Zhan Ying swallowed and walked up.
Meanwhile, a large crowd of disciples from the various Immortal Sect Clans who had yet to leave the City of Ten Thousand Immortals cheered Zhan Ying on together. "Go, Brother Zhan!"
"Brother Zhan, don't let him sweep all four of you!"
"You can do it, Brother Zhan!"
"..."
Over the course of this Ascendant Dragon Assembly, Zhan Ying had not only led his team into the Top Sixteen but also gained a large group of brothers through his exceptional loyalty. If there were a few people whose gains far exceeded their expectations, he was certainly one of them.
So even if he fell here, Zhan Ying would have no regrets.
But even if he lost, he did not want to lose in the almost humiliating fashion of having all four of them swept by one person. He did not want to become a stepping stone on a Heavenly Prodigy's road to fame.
Thus, after stepping onto the arena, Zhan Ying looked at Yu Xiaobao and said coldly, "Young Master Yu, I've always greatly admired your grandfather, Old Master