Chu Ming gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, placed a few Healing Elixirs into his mouth, and solemnly stared at the eight majestic and holy figures in midair, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
"Eight heavenly chosen ones are besieging Chu Ming alone, Chu Ming is about to lose!"
"The eight heavenly chosen ones are formidable figures in the outside world. Even if Chu Ming loses, he is still glorious in defeat."
"But what if Chu Ming wins?"
"If Chu Ming wins, then he will... suppress an entire generation!"
At this moment, not far from the battlefield of the nine, thousands of young figures gathered, all intently watching the battle in the sky, occasionally whispering among themselves.
