Cultivators making it to the ninth round naturally rank among the elite of the Profound Immortals.
Yet in Ding Huan's eyes, his opponents should be Da Yi Immortals; he really didn't consider Profound Immortal cultivators a match.
Similarly, in about twenty moves, He Qi was forced out of the arena by a single strike from Ding Huan.
The moment He Qi was forced out of the arena, his heart was like a stormy sea.
When Ding Huan stepped up, he knew he was no match, and now he realized the wide gap between himself and Ding Huan.
Despite clashing with Ding Huan for nineteen moves, the real effort from his opponent came only with the last strike that pushed him off the stage.
No, maybe in his eyes that was an effortful strike, but in his opponent's eyes, it was just a casual move.
Such was the case for him, and so it was for everyone else; none could force out their opponent's true strength.
Strong, this was absurdly strong.
