In the cracked pit, Xiao Chen's figure stood up, his body trembling, his chin covered in blood.
His eyes were blood-red, unable to believe it.
Unable to believe he lost again.
Time and again he lost to Jun Xiaoyao.
Now, he couldn't even defeat the Champion Marquis.
Despite Xiao Chen's tenacious character, at this moment he felt as if his Dao Heart was about to collapse.
To be honest, Xiao Chen's strength was indeed not weak.
If Yang Pan didn't have the Panhuang Spirit Sword, who would win or lose was still uncertain.
But unfortunately, Yang Pan, who possessed the Panhuang Spirit Sword, was inherently invincible.
This was also the confidence of the Panwu Divine Lord.
The position of Prince Consort, after all, still belonged to Yang Pan.
At this moment, many cultivators around couldn't help but sigh.
They naturally also saw that Xiao Chen and Wu Mingyue probably had some relationship.
