"You probably scared him half to death with that move." Back in the Rest Room, Ning Tian could not help laughing. Truthfully, she had been dumbfounded as well. The oppressive force of the Dark Gold Terror Claws Soul Skill was no joke.
"Being able to sense the presence of death ahead of time will actually help him grow," Huo Yuhao replied. "At the next competition, Yu Tianlong might become far more troublesome."
Ning Tian nodded noncommittally at that.
The weak would be left with psychological scars, while the strong would only grow braver with every setback.
Back in the Rest Room, Huo Yuhao saw Nan Qiushui looking at him with a complicated expression. He said nothing, immediately found a spot, and sat down cross-legged. As Soul Power circulated around him, his depleted Soul Power rapidly recovered.
"The match is going to be delayed for a while now." Wu Feng stood by the window, gazing at the Competition Stage still marked by destruction, her eyes full of undisguised amazement.
Since the Competition Stage had been damaged, several earth-element Soul Masters were hastily repairing it. The audience, meanwhile, was happy to wait, tirelessly discussing everything that had just happened.
Powerful Soul Masters could see why Yu Tianlong had lost, but ordinary spectators could not.
Inside the Great Elder's private Rest Room.
Vina smiled. "Aotian, you can hardly wait, can you?"
"More or less." A faint smile appeared on Long Aotian's stern face.
Vina reminded him, "Huo Yuhao's abilities are highly versatile. You're the same, but be extremely careful. Don't stumble because of that."
"Don't worry." Long Aotian answered gently, then looked at the two elders who had come along. "Has there still been no news from Teacher?"
The Third Elder of the Body Sect shook his head. "Not yet. But the Sect