Several breaths later, hushed discussions finally spread from all directions like a rising tide.
"One move... He took Xuan Ting down in one move? That was a Second-Turn Grandmaster from the Golden Xuan Department!"
"Sure, there was an element of surprise, but that single thrust shattered his Golden Core and blasted even his corpse into a mist of blood. What sort of power is that? How could a Grandmaster who had just entered the First Turn possibly unleash it?"
"I heard before that this Chen Qing from the Tianbao Supreme Sect could fight opponents above his rank even in the True Origin Realm. Now that he's broken into the Grandmaster Realm, he's become this terrifying?"
"Xuan Chi must have kicked an iron plate this time. Xuan Ting died here—how could he possibly let this go?"
Amid the discussion, Qu He and Huo Qiushui finally relaxed their taut nerves.
Their chests heaved violently, and cold sweat instantly soaked through the clothes on their backs.
Xuan Ting's sharp claws had been no more than three inches from them just moments ago. Had Chen Qing's spear not arrived in time, they would already have been two corpses.
On the other side of the courtyard, Xuan Chi watched Chen Qing standing amid the blood mist with spear in hand. An icy chill ran through him, every hair on his body standing on end.
He was a Third-Turn Grandmaster, stronger than Xuan Ting, but he knew better than anyone that even if he took Chen Qing's thrust head-on, he might not come away unscathed.
This young man looked like he had only just entered the First-Turn Grandmaster realm, yet the refinement of his spear intent and the tyranny of his power simply could not be judged by ordinary standards!
Suspicious and cautious by nature,