Everyone felt the ground shake once.
Then, the field blurred momentarily. When they looked again at the two combatants, their positions had switched. Ai Changyuan stood behind Wang Qi, at the edge of the arena, smiling contentedly, while Wang Qi took a few awkward steps back. Unbeknownst to anyone, his sleeve had been shattered, and a tear had appeared under his ear.
What had just happened?
Everyone felt a sense of awkwardness.
How exactly did Ai Changyuan attack? When did he attack? Why did no one notice? What exactly happened just now?
A chill slowly spread, and all the new disciples couldn't help but shiver.
This was...an absolute disparity in strength!
That move just now could have claimed the lives of dozens of Qi Cultivation Stage cultivators in one go!
"This is..." "Impossible, right..."
It wasn't just the surrounding new disciples who felt fear. Zhen Chan, a Mahayana Cultivator arisen from ten thousand years ago, felt fear once again.
