Liu Wuxie remained indifferent to Bai Yuan's provocation without changing his facial expression.0

"I hope you can impress me tomorrow," Liu Wuxie said casually before leaving with the Ascension Pill.0

Bai Yuan was left frozen in place, replaying Liu Wuxie's words in his mind. The more he recalled them, the more unsettling they seemed. This was a blatant provocation from Liu Wuxie.0

His performance in the past few days was commendable, but it was pale compared to Liu Wuxie's accomplishments, which had stolen all his limelight. The rest of the competitors had become supporting characters, and Liu Wuxie overshadowed their performances.0

After this trial, the remaining time became lackluster, and each conversation was centered around Liu Wuxie.0

"Young Master, there's no need to trouble yourself over a dead man. Even if he performs well in tomorrow's trial, he'll meet his end in the final battle," a fellow disciple from the Heavenly Origin Sect said confidently. To them, Liu Wuxie's fate was already sealed.0

Hearing this, Bai Yuan's expression eased, his confidence bolstered by the thought of Liu Wuxie’s impending demise in the final battle.0

When everyone returned to rest, Liu Wuxie now possessed...0