This time, no one cursed.
Everyone looked at Long Aotian, standing on the stage as steady as a mountain, and felt a sense of awe.
This man... had actually been this strong?
Then why had he been... It was a scheme! He had done it on purpose!
Aside from Lu Chengwen, who had paved the way with money, everyone else in the Yan Zhao Sect truly had real skill!
Zhao Ritian had immediately defeated three people, two of whom were at the initial Ghost Four Gates level!
And now Long Aotian had already overpowered two people, one at the initial Ghost Four Gates level, while Bo Yifa was even at the intermediate Ghost Four Gates level—and an outer disciple of the Bai family!
His true energy had inherited the Bai family's Imperial Aura!
And he had been slapped flying just like that!?
Bo Yifa stood up, clutching his face as he stared at Long Aotian in shock.
He felt like he had been played.
This man was definitely not at the intermediate Heavenly Four Gates level! Impossible!
How could someone at the intermediate Heavenly Four Gates level fight someone at the intermediate Ghost Four Gates level!? That was ridiculous!
Although at higher realms, people of the same level could differ greatly in strength because of their cultivation methods, Cultivation Techniques, experience, techniques, talent... and so on.
But crossing an entire major realm like this, fighting above one's level—it simply could not exist!
Im! Pos! Sible!
But... at this very moment, he was afraid.
That utter powerlessness, that feeling of being completely suppressed and unable to fight back at all... filled him with dread.
Should he go back up there?
No, he could not. Going up would just be humiliating himself!
And he would get slapped again! This bastard was deliberately