Chang Yao's words were filled with such confidence and arrogance.
However, having heard him say this with their own ears, even if others hated him to the core, there was nothing they could do about it.
After all, no matter what Chang Yao said or how arrogant he was, there was one thing he was right about.
That means the strength of the Primordial Holy Heaven is indeed inferior to that of the Golden Feather Holy Heaven.
So far, all that remains is a bleak outlook, with absolutely no hope for the future.
but...
Bai Wuya sat quietly, his expression unchanged by Qiu Baichi's words.
He simply said in a low voice, "It's not over yet, don't be too happy."
Of course, despite his seemingly calm and collected demeanor, Bai Wuya was actually quite nervous inside.
Gao Fu's displayed strength was simply too great; now, he could only believe the bits and pieces of information Lin Xuan had told him earlier.
While he had a good faith in the matter and made a guarantee, Bai Wuya couldn't be completely at ease until he saw tangible results.
In particular, Golden Feather Holy Heaven has really been hiding something big this time!
This Gao Fu's strength is comparable to the top geniuses of the previous Holy Heaven.
Bai Wuya was truly on tenterhooks.
But since he had chosen to trust Lin Xuan, he naturally wouldn't show any fear, especially when facing his old rival; he couldn't possibly show any lack of confidence.
Looking at his calm face, Qiu Baichi felt as if all her joy had been halved.
Chang Yao's face immediately turned cold, and he said sarcastically, "All you can do now is pretend."
"I'd like to see what kind of worthless wretches your Primordial Holy Heaven has left to fight. You even lost all Ten Saints. If I were you, I'd resign as soon as possible rather than embarrass myself here."
But his sarcastic words were all spoken to thin air.
Bai Wuya didn't even bother to respond, and even closed his eyes, which made Chang Yao grit his teeth in anger.
However, Bai Wuya didn't pay much attention to these words, but the others in the Primordial Holy Heaven couldn't possibly ignore them.
Almost every word Chang Yao said struck a nerve with them.
Each word extinguished the last glimmer of hope in their hearts, which was already as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.
That's right...
Wan Renshan has already lost.
Can they possibly rely on anyone else?
There were only a handful of outstanding individuals in the Primordial Holy Heaven.
Other...
It's not that there aren't any exceptional talents.
For example, the Sword Fairy, and Cang Lie...
However, they are both young and have low cultivation levels, which puts them at a significant disadvantage on this arena where there are no age or cultivation restrictions.
As for the other students, they weren't even among the Ten Saints. Even if they were quite capable and commendable on ordinary days, what could they possibly accomplish in this grand competition?
Even if they are strong, can they be stronger than Shentu Feng?
Is it stronger than Wan Renshan?
Is it still possible to salvage the already collapsed battle situation?
cannot.
cannot.
Absolutely not!
No one doubted the uniqueness of the answer.
Especially after the defeat at Wan Renshan, many of the students from Primordial Holy Heaven who had survived the first round were called up to the stage one by one, but almost all of them lost. None of them even made it through the third round, so their morale unsurprisingly dropped even lower.
Even more surprisingly, two of them were matched up against Gao Fu.
It's like enemies are destined to meet.
One of these two was a veteran student of the Primordial Holy Heaven, but he was only at the Heavenly Venerable Realm and had not yet broken through to the Thearch Realm; the other was Cang Lie, who also chose to participate in the Cang Lie this time, but unfortunately, both of them were decisively knocked off the stage.
There's no chance of victory whatsoever; there's not even the slightest bit of hope for them.
The students in the Primordial Holy Heaven couldn't even catch their breath.
The only thing that permeated the crowd was silence and deathly stillness.
The dominance of Gao Fu and the crushing defeat of Primordial are nothing short of a series of slaps in the face.
They beat everyone so badly they were speechless.
This also made Gao Fu even more contemptuous of him.
However, besides contempt, those purple eyes also held a deep and almost unchanging hatred.
No one knows what he truly hates.
Especially towards each and every one of them, that hatred only intensified.
After Cang Lie's defeat, the contestants on the arena changed.
Five more rounds of competition.
Gao Fu took the stage twice more.
He has won seven matches so far.
Every single match was a sell-out.
He never hesitated, and no one could withstand his eerie purple flames.
The icy purple flames roared in, freezing the entire arena and allowing Gao Fu to win with ease.
This is the Saint Art!
Saint Art that is no less powerful than the Lotus Severance Saint Art!
At that moment, the elder referee spoke calmly and called out the names again.
"Next match: Golden Feather Holy Heaven Gao Fu versus Primordial Holy Heaven Qu Youmeng!"
As for the elder referee, it was of no concern who the two sides were.
They're just juniors; even if they're strong, they have no chance of having anything to do with him.
Therefore, his voice was extremely steady and indifferent every time he sang the names.
However, this was by no means good news for the people of the Primordial Holy Heaven.
"It's him again!"
"It's him again!"
From within the ranks of the Primordial Holy Heaven, a wail that was completely uncontrollable erupted.
Even though the other geniuses of the Holy Heaven won many battles, they did not feel as resentful as this.
It's Gao Fu again, and it's the Primordial Holy Heaven again!
Isn't this blatantly letting him climb to the third round by stepping on the backs of his own people?
"It's you again?"
On the arena, Gao Fu leaped up, looking at the people from the Primordial Holy Heaven not far away, and the woman who stood up and walked towards the arena behind him, completely disregarding them.
He gave a forced smile, his tone laced with annoyance.
"Of all the people in your Primordial Holy Heaven, only that guy surnamed Wan can withstand a few moves from me. The rest of you are all equally useless trash, truly disgusting."
"Hurry up, I'm tired of playing this childish game with you guys."
After hearing these words, Wan Renshan didn't feel praised at all. He kept a cold face and didn't say anything. He just sat cross-legged in the seat below the arena to recover his Spiritual Power.
For him, the competition was over.
However, his life was not over yet.
He failed this time, but he will definitely not fail next time.
No failure can compare to the shock of the first time, and that shock was brought to him by Lin Xuan. Now he has learned to quickly adjust his mindset and not fall into such confusion.
But Shentu Feng was different.
Shentu Feng stared intently at the arena, his bloodshot eyes filled with pain and unwavering stubbornness.
He was completely unable to shake off the shadow of defeat.
Even if the person who beat him wasn't Gao Fu.
Not to mention the others in the Primordial Holy Heaven.
The vast majority of people have lost heart and no longer watch the ring.
What else is worth seeing?
However, it was just another failure.