In the public lobby of the Government Affairs Hall in Jibei Province Central City, a series of loud noises rose from below, but soon everything fell quiet again.
Qi Weizhao and the others waiting there received the message Chen Chuan had sent earlier through the domain field vessel, saying that the target had been dealt with. Some intermittent footage came through with it.
Out of caution, however, they did not relax immediately. Instead, they sent another message back to reconfirm.
They could not make sense of the footage, but fortunately, Yao Zhiyi was there. Presumably, he could understand it, so they all waited for his assessment.
As Yao Zhiyi watched the initial footage, his expression grew grave. It showed the two men colliding. Most people might not understand what they were seeing, but he could tell that their spiritual fire was spreading outward and clashing with an intensity that alarmed him.
Yet the further he watched, the more astonished he became. If he was not mistaken, the light representing Chen Chuan seemed to have been on the offensive the entire time, relentlessly suppressing the other side. Although he already knew the outcome, he still found the scene hard to believe.
After all, the oppressive presence Zhao Zhenye had displayed in the very first scene still lingered in his mind. Even watching from elsewhere, he had involuntarily begun breathing faster, his entire body tensing. But why had the battle unfolded so differently from what he had imagined?
He hurriedly watched the rest. When he saw Chen Chuan drive his saber into the figure opposite him, then finally rise above the sea and stand suspended in the air, his eyes widened. Even his thick eyebrows trembled.
In truth, he had not been confident about this battle either. But he knew that if