The conversation was interrupted, and everyone’s gazes collectively swiveled toward Shun Baixuan.

The extremely arrogant supreme genius from a Saint Clan was in a sorry state. His hair was tousled, his clothes in tatters, and his skin was covered in wounds.

He lay sprawled on the ground, twitching erratically as if suffering from epilepsy. It was a drastic contrast to the insufferable arrogance he had displayed previously.

Even those familiar with Shun Baixuan would probably be afraid to identify with him at this moment.

It was a genuinely pitiful and wretched appearance.

"Alas, the fool ultimately stumbled."

Kou Xing and the others sighed.

Shun Baixuan’s twitching immediately intensified due to this statement.

No one could see his expression since he was facing the floor. However, everyone knew that he was feeling extremely embarrassed and didn’t dare to show his face.

Miss Le had a strange expression.

The Shun Clan was definitely an ancient clan with a glorious history and had produced more than one Saint expert since...