The disciples of Heavenly Ruins no longer knew what to say.
They looked at one another involuntarily, and in each other's eyes, they could see shock.
Before this, they had known Chen Tianfeng might not be Chen Wen's match.
But they had never imagined the gap would be this huge. This was absolute crushing domination.
And some of the disciples who had already thought there would be a good show before it began had gone completely dumb.
This could fucking be called a good show?
They had originally thought Chen Tianfeng still had preparations.
This was preparation my ass.
What a fucking useless waste.
Chen Wen paid no attention to everyone's stares or the gasps around the scene.
He only walked step by step toward where Chen Tianfeng was, and with every step he pressed forward, the power inside Chen Wen's body surged higher by another measure.
Chen Tianfeng's pupils quaked, his face filled with terror.
And his body was gradually pressed lower.
By the time Chen Wen arrived before him, Chen Tianfeng finally could not hold on anymore and fell flat onto the ground.
The Battle Arena also cracked with a sound.
Most importantly, Chen Tianfeng's physical body burst apart, endless blood mist billowing up.
"They all say the east bank turns into the west bank after thirty years, but I made you crawl beneath my feet in less than a single year."
Chen Wen's voice rang out leisurely as he looked down from above at Chen Tianfeng, who lay on the ground like a dead dog.
Chen Tianfeng struggled to lift his head, his face covered in blood, his eyes also filled with bloodshot veins.
"You..."
Chen Tianfeng's face turned crimson from holding it in, yet he could only squeeze out a single word.
The corner of Chen