Hundreds of cultivators from the black walls of the mountains were now looking in the direction of Ji Yuan and Hua Yingxiong; they could all sense that a fight was about to start soon.
And many of the cultivators were secretly hoping that these two groups would massacre one another while they sat on the fence to watch…
Ji Yuan was quiet for a moment; he did not think that his odds of winning exceeded fifty percent in this case. It was because he had just witnessed how this Hua Yingxiong had caught the purple lightning in his bare hand and extinguished it with his profound strength.
This was something that he could not accomplish. He had remembered overcoming his purple lightning tribulation with Ling Feiyue and Xue Qianxue back then. At that time, he was only an initial saint while Ling Feiyue was a great saintess already.
Even though Ling Feiyue was a great saintess back then, she still dare not catch the purple lightning with her bare hand.
