Outside the arena, Ji Yufen stood amid the crowd, his eyes shocked and vacant.
Both at the Three Immortal Realms, yet the youth in the arena was luminous like the brightest rays, while he stood in the crowd, dull as the darkest night, unwatched.
How could the gap be so vast?!
Divine Power, he actually cultivated Divine Power, and he's just a half-breed!
Ji Yufen's heart was roaring with disbelief, shaken to its core, feeling a sense of despair. Compared with that youth, did he truly count as a chosen one?
Thinking back to what the War God of the Ji Tian Chao had said, if one were truly a chosen one, how could they be defeated?!
And at that moment, the youth was like an undefeated legend, standing tall inside the arena.
The chosen ones in mid-air could feel the terrifying momentum built by the youth's consecutive victories. To break it, they must attack with the ferocity of thunder!
