At least today's battles were all over.

Today, on the Battlefield of Old, Wu Yu had successfully written his own legend.

If it was said that he had been chased out of the Shushan Immortal Sect because of Nangong Wei, and was known by the martial cultivators of the divine continent for this, then right now he had truly made a name for himself based on his ability. His name shone, and he had won his own respect.

Anyone with such strength of will was worthy of respect.

Wu Yu, completely blackened yet still refusing to fall. This also said that his heart was straight and true.

Even though he had been chased out by Shushan, it was only because he had adhered to his dao, refusing to be swayed by others. Not even by the Mizar Sword Immortal, and not even by the person who was about to become his dao companion.

After General Murong made the announcement, he bid General Gu and General Qin to hold things down, while he hurried to help Murong Xu up. There would be a crucial battle the day after, and he had to quickly nurse his precious son back to health.

"Wu Yu...." No matter how unsatisfied Murong Xu was, he had to accord some respect to this person who had been...