In the room, Zhao Wuji ignored the comments outside. He sat cross-legged, slowly closed his eyes, and began to adjust himself for the battle three days later.
"Xiao Yun, after I defeat Ye Fei, I will go back and challenge you!" "This time, I will definitely defeat you!" Zhao Wuji thought to himself.
In his heart, there was only one opponent from beginning to end, and that was Xiao Yun.
He knew that Xiao Yun had become his demonic thought, and only by defeating Xiao Yun could he attain enlightenment in this life.
Otherwise, he will not be able to attain enlightenment.
As for Ye Fei, he was just a passerby.
Zhao Wuji believed that he could defeat Ye Fei. This was not intuition, but confidence.