The arena fell deathly silent.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at "Li Hui," who stood there alone.
Their minds were filled with the sight of Lin Shuguang sending the cold, haughty Mo Song crashing to the ground with a single punch.
Just one punch!
A punch that sent the Crimson Moon Tribe's younger generation wild with excitement.
It had shown their confidence! It had shown their flair!
In that instant, every youngster looked at Li Hui with admiration.
"Brother Hui, you're fucking awesome!"
"I think I saw a hint of the Fist Emperor in that punch. When did Brother Hui get so strong?"
"Look at the Ancient Bear Tribe's faces. They look fucking awful!"
Everyone was talking, though a few figures among the Crimson Moon Tribe's crowd were utterly dumbfounded.
Li Ye swallowed. He truly had not expected Li Hui to have grown this powerful. Even now, the power of that punch sent a chill through his heart.
Beside him, Fei Te's gaze was almost blank. Once he recovered, he immediately stared warily at Lin Shuguang's back, feeling that he had gained another lifelong enemy. He silently began calculating. The Secret Realm is full of dangers. If some accident happened, that would be perfectly understandable... His eyes narrowed.
With his fourth-heaven cultivation, he could practically be considered one of the best of the younger generation. Yet even he was not completely confident that he could defeat Mo Song, while Li Hui, who came from a collateral branch, had done it. This stirred traces of resentful jealousy in his heart.
On the other side, Shan Ye fell silent for a long moment before turning toward the refined man beside him (Silver Seraph). "When did that brat Li Hui get so strong?"
The refined man (Silver Seraph) shook his head. "He just keeps a