"Can a dual refiner of body and soul really fuse his soul power into his body?"
Jiang Buyi sat on the throne and watched this scene quietly, looking calm and emotionless.
"Next."
Han Fei still had no intention of resting, at least not yet.
Many onlookers, including the rest of the ten arena winners, couldn't judge Han Fei's strength at this moment. Although he was only in the intermediate stage of the Immortal Level, his strike was comparable to the peak of the Immortal Level and even seemed to be about to break through to the Great Monarch realm.
An expert of the Ancient Demon Race, a peacock, appeared. His speed was unparalleled, and his swordsmanship was unparalleled. Everyone had thought that this would be a battle of swords and knives, but Han Fei transformed into a speed expert again and plucked all the peacock feathers.
"Puff ~"
Han Fei cut off the head of the peacock and chuckled. "It seems to be enough to make a fan."
