Luo Zhou Chou Jiu continued to mock Fu Guang and Chu He's caution.
However, Fu Guang, Chu He, and the others had long been deeply shocked by their speculations.
Compared to the three-breath showdown where Zhu Ting was killed, this unseen battle was far more astounding.
Eleven breaths?
Three from the sixth-level of the Dao Enlightenment stage, considered as half-step great supremes?
And they were three half-step great supremes who had decided on defense, careful and without arrogance?
Yet, they were slain by Luo Bu, a level two Commandery Prince who hadn't even broken into the Dao Enlightenment stage?
How was it done?
How could it be done?
Those standing in this sacred place could not imagine the slightest detail of that battle.
Thus, they felt an urge to break their heads and let their imaginations fly.
"We can't delay any longer!"
Finally, the ghostly silence was broken by the slightly trembling voice of Chu He.
