Silence.
A deathly silence enveloped the Huanglong Divine Hall.
Everyone's eyes were wide open, mouths agape, as their gaze locked onto the two figures on the stage. Their minds went blank, as if someone had pressed the pause button.
Qinggu slumped at the edge of the stage, his breath weak like a candle flickering in the wind, blood continuously spilling from the corners of his mouth. The once-proud green robe was now tattered and stained with blood and dirt.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ye still stood at the center of the stage, his black clothes fluttering, his hem swirling.
"This... How is this possible?"
Someone broke the silence first, their voice thick with shock and disbelief.
"Qinggu was severely injured with a single move?"
"How did Ye Jiang's combat power suddenly soar so much in that instant?"
"Did I see that correctly? He didn't even use any laws or supernatural powers, but countered that move with just his physical body?" Everyone was stunned.
