Not Lin Bingchun?

The two sides traded blows, powerful spiritual energy rippling outward in layer upon layer like raging waves.

Even the surrounding air seemed about to ignite, scorching heat filling the entire space.

Meanwhile, the battle between the Dagan Dynasty's experts and the people of Xuantian Hall had also entered its fiercest stage.

Magic Artifacts collided violently one after another, producing sharp, ear-splitting crashes.

The roars of spells were like rolling thunder, weaving together and throwing the entire battlefield into chaos.

Light flashed, spiritual energy surged in every direction, and figures darted through the turmoil. Every strike carried an air of utter resolve.

Over at the Grand Competition venue, the situation was just as dire.

That terrifying pillar of light radiated immense power, heavy as a towering mountain.

The surrounding buildings continuously collapsed beneath the impact of that power, each one crashing down with thunderous noise.

Bricks, stones, and rubble flew in all directions, leaving the entire Grand Competition venue in ruins.

People fled in panic, shouts and screams rising and falling one after another as an atmosphere of terror shrouded everyone.

Amid the chaos, a Dao Figure silently appeared within the terrifying pillar of light.

This person wore a black robe, its ink-dark color appearing even deeper beneath the glow.

His expression was cold and stern, his sharply defined face seeming to have been carved from solid ice, exuding an aura that sent chills down one's spine.

There was no doubt about it—he was another expert from Xuantian Hall.

The black-robed man said nothing. He merely raised his hand slightly, and terrifying spiritual energy rapidly gathered in his palm.

The spiritual energy spun like a vortex, radiating a pressure that made hearts tremble.

With a fierce sweep of his hand, a powerful attack shot toward Chen Fan like an arrow released