"Not a Star Envoy?"
Across the dark red barrier, Constantin’s eyes flickered slightly, secretly murmuring a pity.
If Su Yuan really dared to summon the Star Envoy, he naturally had ways to quickly take control of it!
"Looks like soone from the Southern Continent?" Constantin scrutinized the black-haired, black-eyed Feng Xuanqing in front, sneering, "Well, it’s just a little more effort, that’s all!"
The Twelve Palace Star Envoys created by his Holy Plan were unbeatable beings at the sa level, and only when eting Su Yuan did an unexpected situation arise.
As for others, they might not even be able to surpass the Star Envoys, let alone the one who created them!
Su Yuan looked at Feng Xuanqing walking out of the dark red vortex, feeling quite emotional.
In the Battle of Divine Wind, death was certain.
In that battle, both sides exerted their full strength and utilized all their ans, making it one of the most exhilarating and spectacular battles Su Yuan had ever fought.
Even though Feng Xuanqing ultimately fell by his hands, his fearless and persistent pursuit of the "utmost" was sothing even Su Yuan greatly admired.
Now, because of Constantin’s Demon Principle, Su Yuan chose this super genius who left a deep impression among countless others!
Su Yuan had substantial confidence in this person.
Feng Xuanqing stepped forward, his gaze sweeping around, quickly comprehending the current situation through the dark red barrier.
Yet his pitch-black pupils remained calm as water, as if the return of his soul to the world and the King-level opponents could cause no emotional fluctuation in him.
Until his gaze fell on Su Yuan, only then did Feng Xuanqing’s calm eyes change slightly.
"In just over a decade, Fellow Daoist has ascended to such heights." Feng Xuanqing spoke calmly, but his eyes grew increasingly bright, "Good... very good!"
What an extraordinary talent and unparalleled genius Feng Xuanqing was?
To soone like him, anyone who could step over his corpse must be unmatched in this world, with an infinite future!
This wasn’t Feng Xuanqing acknowledging others, but a reflection of his absolute self-confidence!
Upon eting again, Su Yuan had achieved far more than Feng Xuanqing expected, and finally, Feng Xuanqing was relieved.
Conversely, if Su Yuan had blended in with the crowd, Feng Xuanqing would have been deeply disappointed, filled with unwillingness, and even unrestrained resentnt!
Su Yuan said, "Being fettered by the enemy this ti, then, I leave it to you, Fellow Daoist."
"Can a defeated general still have a chance to perform once more?" Facing Su Yuan’s familiar silver eyes, Feng Xuanqing nodded slightly, "If that’s the case, then I shall do my utmost, using this last bit of strength to clear the obstacles for you!"
Feng Xuanqing walked directly toward Yang Heng, instantly the barrier glittered, waves of red light arose from Yang Heng’s body.
The Descent God Ga isn’t a "proxy battle," to be exact it’s a "character switch"!
With the surging Clear Energy, Yang Heng only felt an enigmatic and unfamiliar force rapidly erging within him...
"What’s going on? Why did he stop?"
"Why is even that Yang Heng fellow standing there dumbstruck?!"
Outside, the students on both sides were looking at the simulated battlefield with great confusion.
After taking Yang Heng’s Tree God Cone, Don stopped, and Yang Heng himself seed to be petrified, standing there in confusion.
Such an unexpected turn in the tactical confrontation left the students from both camps feeling a little uneasy, looking around to see the King-level powerhouses from both sides wore somber expressions, yet took no action.
"Hmm?! There’s movent!"
At this mont, Yang Heng, who had previously been stunned, suddenly snapped back to his senses and moved again.
A trace of Clear Energy erged in his once black pupils, and as he lifted his head and straightened his body, an unprecedented ethereal aura emanated from him.
"That Yang Heng... seems a bit different?" Wen Long from the Great Fla team looked at Yang Heng with so suspicion.
Zhao Ziyan widened her eyes curiously, "He changed, it seems... he suddenly beca handso?"
Wen Long’s face darkened, turning his head only to see the others tacitly silent.
Liu Qinyan nodded, summarizing, "His face is still the sa, but there’s a lot more temperant than usual~"
In the simulated battlefield.
Constantin, possessing Don, looked toward Feng Xuanqing, speaking slowly, "Do you truly want to devote yourself once more to the one who killed you?"
According to the rules of the Descent God Ga, Feng Xuanqing must obey Su Yuan’s command, assisting him in battle.
But the degree of enthusiasm and subjective initiative would still have a huge impact on the display of strength.
Of course, Constantin wouldn’t miss such an opportunity to weaken the opponent.
"I am not doing it solely for him, but also for myself." Feng Xuanqing shook his head slightly, then spoke, "However, I do have a question I’d like to ask you."
Constantin showed so curiosity, "What question?"
Feng Xuanqing raised his eyes to look at Constantin, asking, "Are all King-level powerhouses like you?"
In Feng Xuanqing’s view, to crush Su Yuan, Constantin first set a trap to prevent Su Yuan from making his move, and now attempts to undermine his performance through verbal manipulation...
Every word and deed was petty, far from Feng Xuanqing’s understanding of a King-level powerhouse.
So Feng Xuanqing wanted to know, are the powerhouses here all like mice?
Actually, it’s rely a difference in style and belief; Constantin has his way of doing things, achieving his goals without getting mired in trivialities, even the most unsavory tactics do not concern him.
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