Xiao Zhixing knew immediately upon exchanging blows that he must have used some kind of life-burning medicine to enhance his power, otherwise it would have been impossible for him to recover.

Xiao Zhixing was facing two opponents alone and had no choice but to use Ruoshui to fight them. "Today is truly a grand spectacle. Everyone else, stop hiding and come out. Let me see the supreme experts of our Qian Yuan Continent."

With a whoosh, two more people leaped up.

One of them looked exactly like Mount Tai, except that he didn't have a mole on his neck, while the other was wearing traditional Nanfan clothing.

Xiao Zhixing stepped back, his gaze icy. "Mount Tai, or rather, the Tai River, and you, Wei Li."

The group exchanged glances, surprised that Xiao Zhixing knew so much about them.

Lowe said, "Now that you know us, do you still have a chance to live today?"

Xiao Zhixing flicked his wrist, exuding an imposing aura, and declared, "Who lives and who dies, we'll decide after the battle."

The onlookers were dumbfounded; they never expected that all the top martial artists from other countries would besiege Xiao Zhixing.

They were both worried for Xiao Zhixing and excited to witness such a high-level battle.

Just then, a green figure drifted over, saying, "This old Taoist is late."

It was indeed Wuxu; his gaze was fixed on Lovi.

Immediately following, eight giant shadows rose into the sky. The eight members of the Shi family locked their killing intent on Tai Shui. They were now at the mid-stage of the third level of the Heaven Rank, and their combined power was immense.

Finally, Luo Mangong, who rushed from the palace, faced Wei Li and said, "Old Wei, your opponent is me."

In an instant, on the Luo River.

The wind blew and the clouds rolled, and ten peak powers were locked in a stalemate, attracting the attention of everyone.

Who will win and who will lose? An epic battle is about to begin.