Whoosh!!
An oppressive wave of air swept past, making the robes of the surrounding cultivators snap in the wind.
Yet everyone remained frozen in disbelief.
Only when the pure qi gradually dispersed did heated discussion erupt!
"Pei Xuandu... lost?!"
"Even his Heavenly Law couldn't stop Ye Li's final palm strike. I doubt anyone in the Heaven-Grasping Realm could!"
"The top spot really is changing hands!!"
"..."
Standing among them, Ning Zhiwei stared blankly at the rubble strewn across the ground, her lips slightly parted.
For a moment, she suspected her eyes were deceiving her.
That man lying on the ground, unable even to rise... was he really her Palace Heir?!
"Palace Heir!"
Snapping out of her daze, Ning Zhiwei cried out and rushed toward the platform!
"Stay back!"
A hoarse, furious shout rang out just then!
On the Water Dragon Platform, Pei Xuandu's eyes reddened as he shouted through clenched teeth:
"I haven't lost yet!!"
Ning Zhiwei stopped short.
Pei Xuandu paid her no further attention.
Scenes from his past kept flashing before his eyes.
The roaring applause at the Three Continents Dao Discussion, his master's praise, and the prodigies of his generation who had always trailed behind him...
How could he just lie here like this?!
I have to get up! I can't fall yet!!
Pei Xuandu roared inwardly, straining to raise his arms and brace them against the rubble beneath him!
But the moment he exerted himself, he collapsed back into the pool of blood!
He tried again, with the same result!
Ye Li's palm strike had been far too terrifying.
The Jade Chen Dharma Form he had spent all this time refining had been shattered outright, and even his deeply concealed spiritual platform had suffered severe damage!
His remaining immortal essence gathered again and again, yet he