The Shenyou Realm experts from the seven-family alliance held their breath and remained silent, secretly observing the battle in the sky.
The two experts above the Shenyou Realm, who had not yet entered the field, were also watching intently.
"Huo Xiong, that Meng Wuya... just how strong is he exactly?" The square-faced powerhouse softly asked the stout elder. Although he had watched the entire battle just now, his understanding couldn't compare to the firsthand experience of the stout elder.
The stout elder from the Huo family sighed slightly and said with a bitter smile, "Please forgive me for using the words 'unfathomably deep' to describe him."
The square-faced elder was startled, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the stout elder.
The stout elder shook his head. "It's not that I'm boosting their morale and dampening ours. I've lived to this age, and I've studied the realm above Shenyou for many years, gaining my own unique insights into the Martial Dao and the Heavenly Dao. But I've never seen anyone like him... Let me put it this way: in a one-on-one fight, even if they fought us all one after another, he alone could defeat all eight of us."
"What?" The square-faced elder's face changed drastically.
Although they knew Meng Wuya wasn't an easy opponent, this evaluation seemed far too high. But since these words came from the stout elder, they had to be true. They had known each other for many years and understood each other's characters well; the stout elder was not the type to exaggerate.
"That demon is also no ordinary opponent..." The opponent who had been defeated by the Earth Demon slowly opened his eyes and said in a deep voice. "Even if he's not Meng Wuya's equal, he's still not someone we can handle."
A hint of confusion flickered in the stout elder's eyes as he murmured, "And I always feel that these two... they seem to be on a different level from us."
"What do you mean? How can they be on a different level? Aren't they also just above the Shenyou Realm?"
"I can't explain it clearly." The stout elder furrowed his brow, secretly comparing himself to Meng Wuya. He couldn't shake the feeling that this man stood atop the clouds, looking down upon him—a height he could never hope to reach.
"In that case, Ling Taixu is comparatively normal," Yang Liting interjected. "Ling Taixu's realm might be similar to ours, but his profound techniques and the moves he uses... they carry the shadow of Meng Wuya. Probably because the two of them discussed the Martial Dao many times over the years at the Lingxiao Pavilion, and he gained considerable valuable experience from Meng Wuya. Based on his performance, he should only be able to win two fights before exhausting his strength."
"Win two fights!" The square-faced elder's expression darkened. "Then aren't we destined to lose completely?"
Against three opponents on their side with eight people, even if Ling Taixu only fought twice, Meng Wuya and the Earth Demon would be more than capable of handling the rest.
It would be nice if they could win even one fight, but such a simple thought had become a desperate fantasy for these experts above the Shenyou Realm. Truly laughable.
All five men wore ashen faces, helpless and powerless.
These people, who once presided over the Sealing Spirit Hall as Supreme Elders of the Eight Great Families, were themselves above the Shenyou Realm, worshipped by the world. They had believed that even if someone in the world was stronger than them, it wouldn't be by much. Only today did they realize how truly incompetent they were.
"Frogs at the bottom of a well, thinking the sky is only as wide as the well mouth..." Yang Liting said, his gaze deep and voice low. These words struck a chord in everyone's hearts.
"Brother Ye, whether you face Meng Wuya or that demon later, you must be extremely cautious. Meng Wuya is somewhat better; he holds back. But that demon is ruthlessly vicious." The man previously injured by the Earth Demon gave a solemn warning. "And Brother Liu as well, you absolutely must not be harmed by his demonic energy... that demonic energy is very hard to dissipate."
As he spoke, his face turned pale again. He quickly circulated his profound technique, clearly not yet fully recovered.
The top experts from the Ye and Liu families nodded slightly. The square-faced elder from the Ye family looked especially grave. He suddenly turned his head and cast a faint glance toward Yang Kai.
Yang Kai was also focused on the fierce battle in the sky at that moment, absorbing the various intents conveyed from above, watching with rapt attention.
Suddenly, a very discordant feeling abruptly welled up in his heart.
Yang Kai's vigilance instantly sharpened, and he quickly became alert. He felt a faint chill brush past his body, but when he inspected himself carefully, he found nothing.
Frowning, he looked toward the peak experts of the Eight Great Families and locked eyes with the square-faced elder from the Ye family.
The elder's expression was blank as he slowly shifted his gaze away.
"Young Master..." Tang Yuxian noticed Yang Kai's unusual expression and quickly asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Yang Kai shook his head. "It was probably just my imagination."
"Oh." Seeing that he seemed fine, Tang Yuxian didn't ask further.
Yang Kai cast a faint look at the square-faced elder, his brow furrowed. Although he hadn't detected anything wrong with himself, the feeling of discord a moment ago was real.
Wild beasts have instincts, and so do martial artists. In some ways, a martial artist's instincts are even more precise and sensitive than a wild beast's.
That square-faced elder had either intended to harm him or had already made a move, which was why he had sensed something.