On the arena.
The sight of Independent Cultivator Li Tai slaying a Mid-Tier Patterned Beast with a single palm strike seared itself into every spectator's eyes, stirring towering waves that refused to subside.
Countless voices overlapped in a sea of discussion.
Everyone marveled at the sudden emergence of this second dark horse, astonished that a Rogue Cultivator with no backing could possess terrifying combat strength that overwhelmed countless sect Heavenly Prodigies.
In the spectator stands.
Yang Jing's gaze settled on the upright figure at the arena's center. His brows drew together slightly, and a trace of gravity quietly crept onto his previously composed face.
After surviving many deadly battles, he had developed a discerning eye.
Now, as his Divine Perception focused on sensing the presence surrounding Li Tai, the shock in his heart grew stronger.
The energy radiating from Li Tai was exceptionally dense and condensed, while the vitality of his flesh surged mightily.
That energy was powerful, weighty, and intensely oppressive, far beyond anything an ordinary True Qi Realm martial artist could match.
As far as Yang Jing could sense, this self-proclaimed Rogue Cultivator, Li Tai, had unfathomable foundations and terrifying true strength, perhaps approaching Jiang Yun and Lü Chongrui.
Just as Yang Jing was inwardly startled and silently assessing the man's strength, a familiar, cool voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.
"Jing, this man is not a Rogue Cultivator."
The voice was soft and composed, with a distinctive coolness. It was an exceptionally refined Sound Transmission secret art that shut out the surrounding clamor, allowing only Yang Jing to hear it.
At his master's sudden transmission, Yang Jing froze briefly, and questions immediately arose in his mind.
Instinctively, he turned his head toward the source of the voice.
A short distance away, Bai Bing sat at the front