On the battle ring, the Flower of Dao suspended above Ling Xian's head and the Halberd of the Divine Warrior was in his hand. His black hair and white robe fluttered in the wind.
His eyes were deep and profound, looking like an undefeatable God of Immortal. His demeanor seemingly could overtake the river and mountain.
The entire place was silent.
Everyone was watching with an awed look hanging on their faces and their heads were blank. Only a few words were inside their brains.
Monster!
Undefeatable!
Without a doubt, these two words were the best ones to describe Ling Xian.
Nine hundred battles! This number is undoubtedly shocking. Even to a powerhouse, this was astonishing.
Remember that he was against 900 powerful Heaven's Favorites and none of them were weak. Yet they all lost under his palm. How powerful was this?
Doesn't he deserve the word, undefeatable?