This battle was like raging waves, setting hearts pounding like drums. At first, Lu Ren had been like a burning meteor, ruthlessly crushing Di Juntian with an unmatched advantage in strength.
Yet Di Juntian had been as cunning as a hare, using Lu Ren's power to raise his sword intent to the Sixteenth Heaven like a rocket, turning the situation upside down in an instant.
Everyone had originally believed that Di Juntian would surely defeat Lu Ren, but who could have imagined that Lu Ren, like a dormant mad dragon, would bring forth the Water Lotus of Destruction with ninety thousand years of ferocity?
"Damn it!"
Chi Ji gritted her teeth, wishing she could immediately make a move and tear Lu Ren into ten thousand pieces.
Qin Zheng's expression was as dark as storm clouds before a tempest. This investiture ceremony had clearly slipped beyond his control.
Di Juntian lay on the ground like a withered leaf in the remnant wind, his heart filled with unwillingness. At this moment, his lofty pride seemed to have been smashed apart by a heavy hammer.
He found it impossible to believe that among his peers, there could be someone with such heaven-defying talent.
Mo Zhu found the truth even harder to accept. The Lu Ren she had always looked down upon had actually defeated the Di Juntian she admired in her heart.
"Lu Tian has just finished fighting and has consumed an enormous amount of divine power. Let's make our move and eliminate him!"
Gui Tong suddenly spoke.
"That's right. Once this Lu Tian recovers, none of us will be his match!"
Mo Taotian also revealed a cold smile. When two tigers fought, those who watched from the mountain would be the greatest beneficiaries.
"Amitabha. This humble monk will not keep company with