One man and his spear stood, barring the way for everyone.
For a moment, no one dared to make a move.
They all stared at Zhao Ci as if they had seen a ghost.
'When did this Tenth Prince get so strong?'
'They had previously thought Zhao Ci was no slouch, but they never expected him to be *this* far from it.'
A First-Grade Flesh Soul.
'How many years has it been since anyone heard of that?'
Everyone here was a genius. They could tell Tan Yu's condition at a glance. His True Qi had been scattered by the powerful impact. It wasn't a severe injury, but he would be almost incapable of using his True Qi for a short while.
'He couldn't even guarantee a win against Feng Kucha without his mop now!'
Before this, even without fully revealing his strength, Tan Yu had been considered middle-of-the-pack among the Mansion Officials.
Now that he had revealed his Power of the Three Corpses, none of the people present could guarantee more than a thirty percent chance of victory against him.
