That last duel caused Silver to open his eyes wide as a hint of shock flashed through them.

Darkvoid kept his eyes glued on Xia Luo while his fists unconsciously tightened.

Not too far away, right next to the teleportation stone, the Trialmaster gazed into the distance at the young man who had a gentle smile on his face. The mentor looked shocked as he muttered to himself, “There are so many monsters here. The Starsibyl Sect was right when they said that there’s going to be a huge upheaval in this generation.”

Within the treasury, Old Cai was also talking to himself. “A lot of powerful organizations had their geniuses with powerful innate gifts undergo cryogenic hibernation while waiting for signs of the sect’s divination. These geniuses were recently unsealed and reawakened. With their unparalleled talent and young bodies, it’s certain that a huge change is on the horizon. Did this child awaken after being sealed in ice as well?”

“Round eight, Zhao Yilong versus Silver. Begin,” Big Pao announced. The battlefield had been moved to a new location about a few dozen kilometers away since the original site had been destroyed.

Zhao Yilong walked out with his sword in hand, his eyes fixed on the ever-smiling Silver.

Everyone was silent. They all had a feeling that Silver would perform very well after he had defeated Hui Daynight in such a mysterious manner. Silver gave off a similar impression as Xia Luo—they were both incomprehensible.

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