The spirit light of the battle platform duel continued to circulate under the sky, and day by day, the atmosphere in the martial arts arena became increasingly intense.
Only those cultivators who could remain on the battle platform were top talents who had emerged victorious from a thousand armies.
Chen Sheng had just stepped out from the teleportation array when a cold wind blew into him, leaving his chest with a lingering sense of stagnation from the Dao Principle shock he had just suffered from his opponent.
"Alas, not a single victory!"
Not far away on a stone bench, Chen Xihua saw his figure and immediately sighed deeply, his face filled with sighs and regrets.
Chen Sheng walked over to the stone bench, sat down, and took a gulp of the tea on the table, patting Chen Xihua on the shoulder:
"Fellow Daoist, our Dao Principle is not inferior to others, we just haven't cultivated the Integration Secret Skill, so the defeat is not unjust."
