On the plaza, silence reigned for several breaths.
Within the Lingxiao Supreme Sect, Bai Yue sighed inwardly. "That old Luo Zhixian really found himself a fine seedling."
Beside him, Zhou Xiang clenched both fists tightly.
"He... has actually reached such a level."
Zhou Xiang murmured, a few more traces of determination appearing in his eyes. "I need to work even harder. Otherwise, even catching a glimpse of his back will become difficult."
Mei Yingxue was in an entirely different state of mind.
Delighted light first burst from her beautiful eyes, and she nearly cried out in celebration. Then she hastily covered her mouth, afraid of losing her composure.
Yet the heartfelt joy and admiration on her face had long since given her away.
At the center of the arena.
Tang Qinghe knelt on one knee, barely supporting himself with the broken half of the Blood Drinking Spear.
His face was white as paper, the true essence within him in disarray. The cracks on the inner armor pressed against his body were a shocking sight.
Hailed as a 'prodigy of the Spear Dao' since childhood, he had advanced at a blistering pace after entering Feng Shuofang's tutelage. His slaughter in the Northern Border had forged his fearsome reputation, and among his peers, he had rarely met an opponent... Yet all that pride and confidence had been smashed to pieces before the overwhelming torrent of the spear array.
"I... lost?"
Tang Qinghe's eyes were unfocused as the instant the spear array descended replayed over and over in his mind.
Seven spear intents merged together, while eighteen long spears formed a Heavenly Net and Earthly Web, sealing every path of retreat.
The full-force strike he had unleashed was like a mantis trying to stop a cart before that dark-golden torrent.
That sense of