Below the World's Spirals, amongst the clouds, there were dozens of descendants of the gods who had come to watch the fight.
Not all of them had come simply as a form of respect. Neutrals accounted for the majority for watchers. To the neutrals, the outcome of the match was not difficult to predict.
To the heir of the strongest of the Spire Mortal Fairies, Su Yu, who had not made a name for himself, hardly even seemed to be an adversary.
Only Sheng Yuanxin and Yang Tai believed that Su Yu was not as simple as he seemed.
In the crowd, Bu Ruyi walked around with a sword in his hand. He sneered and looked down at Su Yu who was waiting for him.
"Brother, is it time to go down and fight? The Feather God has been waiting for a long time," said a descendant of the gods.
