Liu Wuxie’s cold voice pronounced Wu Zheng’s death as he swung his blade down; Wu Zheng’s blood sprayed into the sky with his head decapitated.0

However, Wu Zheng’s body didn’t die immediately and continued to retreat until he reached the edge of the arena and fell before his head landed on the ground.0

When the battle ended, the surroundings fell silent, and no one dared speak. They had just witnessed something that seemed like a legend: someone with lower cultivation defeating someone with higher cultivation.0

Regardless of martial techniques, true essence, or the usage of divine power, Liu Wuxie had practically suppressed anyone in the third level of the True Core Realm.0

“Damn it!” Ye Feng brandished his fist. No one could kill Liu Wuxie; even Wu Zheng was dead.0

The faces of all the representatives from the Azure Lion Empire were filled with murderous intent. Only fifteen remained standing out of the thirty-odd who had joined the Battle of the Hundred Nations. Nine were eliminated, leaving just six to advance to the next round.1

“Senior Brother Xiao, this kid has gone too far by killing several members of our Azure Lion Dynasty!” All...0