"Such formidable power, is this the normal state of Senior Xiahou?"
"Although I've crippled my cultivation level this time, if I slay Chen Mobai, I can then use the academy's elixirs to heal my wounds. Perhaps this will allow me to break through the bottleneck to complete the Foundation Establishment."
"I guess it's a blessing in disguise."
With these thoughts, the depression accumulated in Sima Xingyu's heart due to his self-crippling cultivation dissipated.
The pair of sword-like eyes under his brow became resolute, overflowing with a torrent of sword intent that was about to burst out from his body, urgently needing an opponent to vent.
"Prepare to die, Chen Mobai!"
Soon, the fog in front of him cleared, and the opponent arranged long ago by Little Red Sky appeared in front of Sima Xingyu.
Then, his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Who are you?"