Beneath the dome of heaven, the smoke gradually cleared.1

The scattering divine radiance withered like fireworks.0

Su Yi’s blue robes fluttered around him, and the Sword of the Human Realm hummed in his grip. His tall, upright figure stood there, unmarred by even the slightest speck of dust, without a single hair out of place!0

In stark contrast, the Fisherman, the Painter, Deng Zuo, and Yan Daolin were all riddled with wounds, and all of them looked wretched.0

The entire area fell deathly silent. Countless people were wide-eyed and tongue-tied.0

In a one-on-one duel, the Painter couldn’t take Su Yi down.0

Even four against one, these four top powerhouses of the stars weren’t enough!0

This scene left the distant Transcendents’ hearts quivering with fright and expressions shifting with uncertainty. All of them were completely astonished.0

“And here I thought that after stepping onto the Path of Transcendence, I could wash away my former humiliation and defeat you, Temple Master. Who’d have thought I’d still be slightly inferior to you…?” murmured Deng Zuo.14

Bitterness and melancholy arose on his face.0

The Fisherman was silent, and his expression shifted erratically. Yan Daolin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sighed. The Painter’s expression was overcast.0

It was just...0