By this time, Tong Xiu, on the high platform, finally couldn't remain seated. He rose, looking incredulously at the scene before him—at Su Bei, who was only in the late stage of Refining Void. Su Bei appeared unscathed, yet for some unknown reason, fresh blood poured frantically from the corners of his mouth.
He is qualified to fight me!
A long-lost, boundless fighting spirit surged in his eyes, much to his surprise.
His chest heaved; emotions he hadn't felt in many years once again filled his entire being.
Lin Duo was ashen-faced, utterly powerless before Su Bei.
How could he possibly possess the Supreme Yang Body!?
How could he possibly unleash such terrifying sword momentum consecutively?
Doesn't he need to gather Spiritual Energy?
How can his condition always be at its peak!?
Every sword strike is at the absolute peak!?
All of this defies logic; how could it be possible!?
THUD.
His body collapsed onto the arena.
