"How did he survive?"
"Is his body truly indestructible?"
Onlookers watched with shock on their faces.
Bai Zihan had deliberately taken the attack head-on, and yet it hadn't done anything to him.
If that was the case, then wasn't it impossible for anyone to win if Bai Zihan refused to go easy on them?
At least, people below the Spirit Severing Realm had no chance at all.
However, if they brought out Void Refinement Cultviator, most of whom are over 100 years old, even if they won, it would be a humiliation.
A battle of forty against eighteen was already unfair—but if someone over a hundred years old were brought to fight an eighteen-year-old, it would be nothing but humiliation.
Victory would bring disgrace, and defeat would only magnify that humiliation even further.
"Your Majesty," Bai Zihan said. "It seems I have won. Tell me—are there any other opponents you wish me to face?"
The Emperor's jaw clenched. For a heartbeat, everything remained deathly quiet.
