The moment Mo Xuan appeared, the area erupted in discussion.
Countless gazes converged on him.
Some scrutinized him, some admired him, and some envied him. There was no end to the variety.
At that moment,
Mo Xuan stood amid those countless gazes, yet his expression barely changed. He remained calm and composed.
He had been the kind of genius who drew the attention of the masses since childhood, always standing at the center of countless admiring and praising gazes.
Such a minor scene meant nothing to him.
He quietly waited in midair. Though a little bored, he still calmly awaited his opponent's arrival.
All around them, discussions broke out.
Information about his identity, strength, and the Wind Thunder Pavilion began spreading nonstop.
This peerless monster had cultivated for barely twenty or thirty years, yet had already reached this point.
Many people clicked their tongues in amazement.
An aged martial artist gazed at the figure in the sky and let out a speechless sigh. In the face of such a monstrous existence, cultivating for one's entire life amounted to nothing more than living in vain.
After gaining a deeper understanding from the explanations of the passersby around them, even more martial artists were shocked by the terrifying strength of this prodigy from the Wind Thunder Pavilion.
At the same time, they directly experienced for the first time the terror of one of the Thirty-Three Upper Sects of the World!
The crowd discussed it animatedly and exclaimed in astonishment.
At the same time,
faint worry also rose in the hearts of some martial artists.
"He's actually a Void Realm peak expert. True Person Yang Qingyun only advanced to the Void Realm a few years ago, and his opponent also possesses an astonishing inheritance. Can he possibly win this battle?"
Someone could not