This bout of heart-stopping, soul-shaking combat left Ning Sihua, Mu Xi, and Lan Suo feeling that, even if they went all out and risked their lives, they’d struggle to block their foes. 

But as soon as Su Yi intervened, it transformed into a petty farce, and the curtains fell on the whole incident almost immediately.

Perhaps this is the bearing of the truly invincible! thought Ning Sihua as she took in Su Yi’s tall, lean silhouette.

A single wave of the arm was enough to severely injure Wang Tu, while a single slap smooshed Helian Hai.

Even the mighty Liao Yunliu of the Hidden Dragon Sword Sect was as helpless as a fly caught in a trap; struggle as she might, she couldn’t escape.

Just how terrifying were these abilities?

It seemed that the world’s Xiantian Martial Ancestors, regardless of whether they hailed from the mundane world or cultivation factions like the Hidden Dragon Sword Sect, were no longer qualified to oppose Su Yi! 

The Burning Heaven Restricting Demon Formation sank back into silence.

“How are your injuries?” Su Yi glanced at Ning Sihua and asked softly.

“I’m fine; they’re just superficial injuries,” said Ning Sihua with a faint smile.

Lan Suo took out a tiny jade bottle. “Big Sister Ning, this is Divine Spiritfrost...