Fantasy, I suddenly understood the Chaotic Body

Too weak?

The faces of everyone from the Ancient Holy Land immediately turned extremely grim.

Although Xiao Yun spoke in a low voice, everyone present was a cultivator, and they could hear him even from a great distance.

Therefore, everyone in the Ancient Holy Land was in a bad mood. They felt a surge of anger and humiliation.

To be insulted by a junior in their own ancient holy land's stronghold was truly humiliating.

However, they were helpless.

Even Yang Xu, the number one holy son, was defeated. The younger generation of their Ancient Holy Land was almost completely wiped out.

Who else can we ask to fight?

Fortunately, outsiders weren't allowed to come and watch the battle, otherwise the Ancient Holy Land would have completely lost face.

"What should we do? Our first, second, and third ranked Holy Sons from the Ancient Desolate Holy Land have all been defeated. Who can be a match for this Xiao Yun?"

"He's already lost three matches in a row. This Xiao Yun is really too powerful. No wonder he was able to defeat Zhao Wuji, the Ancient Sacred Body."

"I previously thought that Xiao Yun defeated Emperor Li Cheng through formations, but now it seems that he does indeed have the strength to defeat Emperor Li Cheng in a direct confrontation."

"Three defeats in three matches. Is there no one left in our Ancient Holy Land? This is so frustrating! Who can defeat Xiao Yun? Do we really have to send a Saint into the arena?"

……

Amidst the surrounding discussions, everyone from the Ancient Sacred Land felt heavy-hearted.

Xiao Yun won three consecutive matches, defeating the top three holy sons of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land, displaying a powerful and invincible aura that left the people of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land somewhat breathless.

At this moment, Xiao Yun's momentum had reached its peak, and his belief in invincibility had become even stronger.

Anyone with eyes can see that he is using the geniuses of the Ancient Sacred Land to hone his invincible Dao heart.

Moreover, Xiao Yun had clearly succeeded, after all, he had defeated the three peerless geniuses of the Desolate Ancient Holy Land.

However, this was not the result the Ancient Holy Land wanted.

"Who will defeat him? I will reward him with a top-grade magic weapon!" an elder from an ancient holy land couldn't help but say.

But no one answered him, because none of the disciples of the Ancient Holy Land present were capable of defeating Xiao Yun.

If even Yang Xu, the number one holy son, lost so miserably, what qualifications do the other disciples have to fight Xiao Yun?

"This boy has already entered the Spirit Sacrifice Realm. He defeated Zhan Xingchen and Mu Chenhao using only the strength of the Cave Heaven Realm."

Suddenly, the Holy Lord of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land spoke up, his eyes fixed on Xiao Yun in the arena, his face filled with shock.

"What?" Upon hearing this, the Supreme Elders of the Ancient Holy Land all changed their expressions drastically.

Immediately, everyone looked at Xiao Yun, their eyes shining, activating their wisdom eyes, trying to see through him.

Soon, they discovered that Xiao Yun was indeed at the Spirit Sacrifice Realm, not the Cave Heaven Realm.

Of course, this is because Xiao Yun is no longer hiding his cultivation level; otherwise, they would not be able to see through Xiao Yun through the Chaos Domain.

"He really is at the Spirit Sacrifice Realm!" A Supreme Elder from an Ancient Sacred Land said with an extremely grim expression, "How is it possible that he defeated Zhan Xingchen and Mu Chenhao while being a realm lower?"

The Holy Lord of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land said in a deep voice, "Even when facing Yang Xu, Xiao Yun only unleashed the strength of the Sacrifice Spirit Realm at the last moment to suppress Yang Xu's Nine Yangs Unity."

Upon hearing this, the faces of the people from the Desolate Ancient Holy Land became even more gloomy and unsightly.

After all this time, Xiao Yun had been suppressing his cultivation to fight against the geniuses of their Ancient Sacred Land. It was as if he was making a fool of them.

Moreover, Xiao Yun is already so powerful at the Cave Heaven Realm. If he were to display the strength of the Sacrifice Spirit Realm, who could possibly withstand him?

"Holy Lord, we have no choice but to ask a Saint to take the stage." A Supreme Elder of the Ancient Holy Land secretly transmitted his voice to the Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land.

The Holy Lord of the Ancient Sacred Land was also deep in thought.

Are you just going to give up like that?

He is not willing!

After all, this is the only way to win Zhao Wuji back.

Moreover, being humiliated in their own stronghold by a junior from the Chaos Holy Land is a disgrace that would cause the Ancient Holy Land to lose all face if it cannot be washed away.

Simply asking a sage to take the stage is utterly shameless; until the very last moment, the Holy Lord of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land still couldn't make up his mind.

At that moment, the Holy Lord of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land transmitted his voice to the quasi-divine son again, and said in a deep voice: "Yang Yiming, if you don't take action soon, our Ancient Desolate Holy Land will lose all face."

Meanwhile, inside a palace in the desolate ancient holy land, a young man slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes flashed like lightning, spitting out golden light. His sharp gaze was like two golden divine swords slicing through the void as he looked towards the plaza of the Ancient Holy Land.

He is Yang Yiming, the quasi-divine son of the Desolate Ancient Holy Land!

……

Ancient Sacred Land Square.

With his hands behind his back, Xiao Yun exuded an invincible aura. His gaze swept across the crowd of people from the Ancient Holy Land, and he asked calmly, "Who else dares to fight me?"

His words were simple, yet they revealed an invincible domineering aura.

The surroundings were completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Although the people of the Ancient Holy Land gritted their teeth in anger, they had to admit that they were no match for Xiao Yun.

On the high platform, the elders of the ancient holy land all had gloomy eyes and ugly expressions.

It is such a tragedy that such a vast and desolate ancient holy land cannot find a single genius who can fight against Xiao Yun.

"Holy Lord, let's stop here. Xiao Yun is my opponent, and I will defeat him personally in the future." At this moment, Zhao Wuji spoke up, his eyes filled with a terrifying fighting spirit.

The Holy Lord of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land was very pleased. Zhao Wuji was not discouraged by his defeat and still possessed an invincible Dao heart. His future achievements were limitless.

At that moment, the Holy Lord of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land smiled at Zhao Wuji and said, "I believe you will defeat Xiao Yun in the future. However, our Ancient Desolate Holy Land cannot lose this time, and we will not lose!"

Seeing the confident expressions on the faces of the people from the Desolate Ancient Holy Land, Zhao Wuji's heart skipped a beat. As if he had thought of something, he immediately showed a look of shock: "Holy Lord, is that person about to make a move?"

The Holy Lord of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land nodded.

Di Tian, ​​who was standing to the side, straightened up, as if he had guessed who the other party was.

After all, if we're talking about who else in the Ancient Holy Land could fight Xiao Yun at the same level, besides a Saint personally taking the field, there's only that one person left.

"Yang Yiming!" Di Tian said softly.

At the same time, a tall and slender young man, with his hands behind his back, walked step by step from the back mountain of the ancient holy land, stepping through the void.

This person was dressed in a white robe, pure and spotless, like a celestial being descended to earth, otherworldly and refined.

He appeared extraordinary. While there are countless handsome men, Ye Dadao alone possessed a beauty that surpasses all others throughout history. But his extraordinary quality lay not in his appearance, but in his aura—an indescribable aura.

His appearance immediately drew countless eyes, and everything else seemed to pale in comparison.

"Yang Yiming!"

"It's the quasi-divine child!"

"Greetings, Your Highness, the Quasi-Divine Child!"

……

Upon seeing this person arrive, the disciples of the surrounding ancient holy lands all bowed respectfully, their faces filled with reverence.