The words "crushing all peers, invincible in Cloud Province" fell, and heaven and earth fell silent!
On the vast True Martial Platform, tens of thousands of spectators stood frozen in place.
Upon the arena, the dust slowly settled.
Yan Wushuang knelt on one knee, the cracks in his breastbone throbbing faintly with pain.
The blazing Gang Qi covering his body had completely guttered out. The pride with which he had once looked down upon his peers had vanished without a trace, leaving only utter despondency.
Luo Qingyi planted her longsword at a slant into the ground, her jade-like hand trembling lightly, the blood at the corner of her lips not yet dry.
Those cold eyes, clear as a winter moon, no longer held the slightest desire to contend. There was only deep helplessness within them.
Lin Xiaotian slumped at the edge of the arena, every trace of water-element Gang Qi scattered away, his face as pale as paper.
All his previous mockery and arrogance had turned into resounding slaps across his own face.
Su Han and Feng Qingyao staggered back to the same spot, their breathing disordered and their muscles and bones aching and numb. Their gazes toward the young man in green at the center brimmed with reverence and fear.
These five were the five most outstanding prodigies among Cloud Province's younger generation.
Today, they had joined forces, exhausted everything they had learned, and formed a flawless encirclement.
Yet in the end, they had not even touched the corner of Wang Yuan's robes before being utterly crushed and defeated by pure physical strength.
After a long while.
Yan Wushuang slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, all arrogance had faded away. His voice was hoarse as he admitted defeat openly.
"I, Yan Wushuang of Chiyan Valley... concede."