A few minutes later...
The prodigies all hung their heads in dejection, each one like an eggplant struck by frost, completely wilted.
Qin Heng clicked his tongue and shook his head. "You all still need more practice. Your application of the laws is far too crude."
Everyone: ...
In those brief few minutes, Qin Heng had barely attacked proactively. Simply manipulating the power of the void for defense had left so many of them utterly helpless.
Mysterious Sparrow, whose killing power was the strongest, had finally broken through Qin Heng's thirty thousand layers of Space Barriers, only to be whisked hundreds of billions of kilometers away by Qin Heng's Space Transfer Art before she could even touch a corner of his clothes.
After all that, let alone defeating Qin Heng, they could not even lay a finger on him!
And that was only his defense.
They all knew that Qin Heng's Space Law power was not only flexible and ever-changing, excelling at escape; its offensive power was equally top-tier.
Especially his innate secret art, the Dimension Dismantling Art. It was impossible to guard against, capable of making someone bid farewell to the material universe in an instant and turn into a voidlike image.
"Sigh, we have clearly been working so hard to catch up, yet the gap only keeps getting wider," Meng Xing lamented.
Slaughter No. 4 said in his emotionless mechanical voice, "An ordinary cultivator's growth rate is 100. Ours is 3,000. The Void King's is at least 10,000. Being able to glimpse his tail is already remarkable. In a few more epochs, we will not even be able to see his shadow."
Though those words stung a little, no one refuted them.
Because it was the truth!
Among these people, only Feng Qianxue's cultivation speed could compare slightly