Upon hearing this, Shen Xi almost fainted.
He was a renowned spear master, yet Tuoba Yanyan called him a piece of trash. This was too much of a blow.
Shen Xi turned to run away, but a huge fist came flying at him.
Bang!
His body was sent flying, coughing up blood in mid-air and his breath becoming weak.
"No...this is impossible!"
Shen Xi was filled with shock and anger. He struggled to his feet, staring at Xu Xiwang with a face full of resentment, and shouted, "What kind of cultivation technique do you practice? Which faction's holy son are you?"
Xu Xiwang didn't waste any words. He suddenly swept out with his spear, pinning Chen Xi to the ground.
The entire audience was shocked!
Shenxi's power is well-known; even among the younger generation in the celestial realm, he is considered one of the best.
Now, however, he was instantly defeated by Xu Xiwang, without any chance to fight back!
"My goodness, is this person really that powerful?"
"This kid has been hiding his true abilities."
"This kid looks like a native!"
"I've seen him. He killed the Holy Son of the Joyful Union Sect in one move!"
"Perhaps he is a disciple of some hidden powerful force."
The onlookers discussed amongst themselves, their eyes darting around as they speculated about Xu Xiwang's identity.
"Climb!"
Looking at the Heavenly Ladder in the distance, dozens of people had already climbed to the fortieth or fiftyth step of the ladder, and some had even climbed nearly a hundred steps.
Xu Xiwang smiled faintly, picked up his gun, and walked towards the Heavenly Staircase.
The so-called ladder to heaven means that with each step you climb higher, the pressure becomes stronger.
When Xu Xiwang stepped onto the seventy-ninth step, the sense of oppression reached its peak, making it hard for him to breathe.
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