Sensing the immense pressure emanating from Elder Helian, every spectator present was terrified beyond measure. Even a trace of wariness appeared in Elder Yan's eyes.
The strands of uncanny aura radiating from the towering, demonized body before him gave Elder Yan, a Ghost Lord realm cultivator, the feeling that he was facing a powerful and dangerous opponent.
"Hmph! Don't think you can do whatever you please just because you caught my second brother Changqing off guard and succeeded in a sneak attack. Before Helian Changhong's mighty secret art, that brat will have his head severed from his body and meet a violent death in an instant!"
Amid the spectators' startled cries, a voice suddenly rang out, seething with resentment.
Yan Jing turned to look. It was Elder Li, staring at him through gritted teeth, his eyes brimming with murderous hostility.
Looking at Elder Li, Yan Jing showed not the slightest displeasure. He merely smiled and nodded at him, utterly unconcerned, then paid him no further attention.
Although Yan Jing was also frightened by the demonized Elder Helian, the sight of the Fei family cultivator standing calmly in the arena filled him with hope. It seemed that the Fei family cultivator had something to rely on and did not greatly fear Elder Helian, who had already reached the Ghost Lord realm.
"Brat, surrender your life!"
With a tremendous shout that shook everyone present, the enormous figure, over twenty feet tall, raised a leg and stepped forward, hurtling more than a hundred feet ahead. In just a few flickering movements, he came within a hundred-odd feet of Qin Fengming.
Then he raised his two enormous hands. Giant fist shadows wrapped in black mist instantly appeared, and in a flash, the sky-filling barrage engulfed Qin Fengming's slight figure.
Faced with these enormous fist