Gao Fu's words were not just arrogant, they were downright outrageous, causing Wan Renshan's face to darken immediately.
He curled his lip, sneered, and said, "Arrogant!"
Although he doesn't value rankings as much as Shentu Feng, it's not that easy to make him admit defeat!
The power of the Lotus Severance Saint Art is evident.
Did you think you could win the match just because you blocked one of his attacks?
A cold glint flashed in Wan Renshan's eyes. After giving a command, he closed his lips tightly, raised his hand again, and attacked Gao Fu.
Across from him, Gao Fu raised an eyebrow, looking at the defiant Wan Renshan with deep hatred and disgust in his eyes. A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips, "Utterly foolish."
Those four simple words only fueled Wan Renshan's anger.
However, just as Gao Fu finished speaking, the cold purple flame around him suddenly surged, like a dark purple fire dragon, roaring as it rushed towards Wan Renshan.
The Saint Art used by the two collided in mid-air, exploding into several extremely violent vortexes of Spiritual Power.
The howling wind spread out with the vortex, ruffling the hair of the two people on the stage, but no matter how strong the wind was, neither of them took a step back.
At this moment, the two were almost evenly matched.
Furthermore, in terms of Saint Art, they are visibly evenly matched.
Upon seeing this, the expressions of many people around changed.
"This... this Saint Art used by Gao Fu is actually a lineage that is no less powerful than the Lotus Severance Saint Art?"
" Golden Feather Holy Heaven... How come I've never heard of such a prodigy before? Judging from his strength, he can't possibly be unknown in Golden Feather Holy Heaven!"
Two prodigies, wielding two equally matched Saint Art, clashed, fought, and roared incessantly.
For a moment, the entire arena seemed to shake.
Time passed by, second by second.
The people around them were not annoyed by the fact that the game had not yet been decided; on the contrary, they became even more engrossed in watching.
This is Saint Art!
Normally, when would they have the chance to witness two monstrous beings wielding Saint Art fighting?
Only at this time.
Only here.
Just watching it made their blood boil and their hearts pound with excitement. The purple and silver Saint Art intertwined, and for a moment, it was as if they were really seeing the Saint Realm experts who created these two Saint Art clashing.
It was an absolutely unparalleled experience.
It's a rare opportunity to experience it.
As time went on, many people began to figure out the trick.
Although the two fought evenly on the arena, seemingly evenly matched, Gao Fu of the Golden Feather Holy Heaven was actually much stronger than Wan Renshan of the Primordial Holy Heaven.
He remained remarkably composed, not only able to withstand Wan Renshan's attacks but also able to retaliate.
The advantages of Gao Fu become more and more obvious as you progress.
In the end, it completely turned into him dominating Wan Renshan!
Rather than saying the two were fighting, it would be more accurate to say that the roles of offense and defense had completely reversed, with Wan Renshan trying every possible means to resist Gao Fu's offensive.
During the defense, beads of cold sweat appeared on Wan Renshan's forehead.
In contrast, Gao Fu's lips curled into a cold disdain, his attitude as usual, and perhaps even better.
boom!
finally.
Just as the incense beside the ring was about to burn out and the match was about to be declared a draw, a deafening roar shattered the relatively peaceful atmosphere on the ring.
On the heavily fortified arena, endless purple flames burned fiercely, even blasting cracks into the center of the arena, which stretched towards the towering Wan Renshan on the other side of the arena.
At this moment, Wan Renshan was in an even more disheveled state than before.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he struggled to maintain his balance, but he was clearly on the verge of collapse.
Even someone completely ignorant could tell at this point that he was completely exhausted, having depleted all his Spiritual Power.
Even if a child were to push him at that moment, he probably wouldn't be able to stand there any longer.
In contrast, consider the Gao Fu.
He was still as ugly as ever, but he still stood ramrod straight.
The purple flames swirled around him, like another pair of arms, completely obeying his commands.
It looks like half of him!
The difference in quality is immediately apparent.
Everyone could see how this match would end.
Wan Renshan forced a weak smile, then coughed up another mouthful of blood.
He spoke in a voice that was almost hoarse.
I surrender.
Upon hearing this, Gao Fu, who was standing opposite him, paused slightly.
Wan Renshan had thought that Gao Fu might be arrogant and might mock him without restraint.
After all, this is the usual practice of the Golden Feather Holy Heaven.
However, to his surprise, Gao Fu didn't say a word.
He simply glared hatefully at Wan Renshan with his eyes, which were like the crystalline purple of his flames and the rotting purple scars on his face.
In that one glance, Wan Renshan sensed an almost unbearable hatred.
For a fleeting moment, Wan Renshan seemed lost.
He... didn't know Gao Fu at all.
Where does hatred come from?
But Gao Fu had no intention of explaining to him. Instead, he turned and left the ring, his back view lofty and resolute.
Before Wan Renshan could even utter a word of surrender, the students of Primordial Holy Heaven had already foreseen the outcome.
When he uttered those two words that filled everyone with despair, they were powerless to react, left only with resentment and numbness.
Even though Wan Renshan had been constantly suppressed and beaten before.
Even though they knew very well that the outcome of this final game was likely to be disappointing.
But a sliver of hope remained in their hearts.
I hope that Wan Renshan can create a miracle.
Because he is already the last of the Ten Saints.
Furthermore, because he was the leader of the Ten Saints of Wan Renshan for many consecutive years, an unbroken legend, even though Shentu Feng surpassed him in realm this time, he was still the strongest in terms of strength.
but...
No.
There was nothing there.
Primordial Ten Saints were defeated, and Shentu Feng couldn't even last one or two matches.
The Primordial hope, along with the lotus shadow that slowly dissipated on the arena, completely vanished without a trace.
However, they couldn't bring themselves to resent Wan Renshan, nor could they utter a single bad word about him.
It's not that Wan Renshan is too weak.
Rather, the opponent was simply too strong... so strong that they had no hope left.
"Hehehe... As expected of the pride of my Golden Feather Holy Heaven."
Beside him, Chang Yao laughed several times in succession, his voice full of joy.
He looked at Bai Wuya with a mocking expression, his words full of ridicule.
"I told you long ago, your Primordial Holy Heaven will once again be at the bottom."
" Bai Wuya, Bai Wuya, you'll never beat me in this lifetime!"
"I won our bet!"