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Boom!

On the arena not far away,

Lin Wushuang pointed a finger. Scorching power nearly warped the void within a hundred yards around him, crushing his distant opponent with the grand momentum of an imperial force, as effortlessly as rotten wood being pulverized.

Seeing this, the opponent, who had only narrowly evaded that casual finger strike with all his strength, could only let out a helpless sigh.

The gap was far too great.

Even an early Spirit Wandering realm cultivator could be severely wounded or even blasted to death if caught off guard by the trump-card killing move he had kept hidden away.

Yet before his opponent,

it had been pierced through and shattered with ease, as though it were made of paper.

There was no need

to continue such a battle.

"I concede!"

He did not stubbornly endure any longer and decisively admitted defeat.

When fighting an opponent who was not too much stronger, one could more or less learn something.

But before an opponent like Lin Wushuang, whose disparity seemed to stretch beyond sight, stubbornly dragging things out would teach him nothing. He might as well conserve some energy for the arena battles ahead.

Seeing his opponent concede,

Lin Wushuang remained expressionless, without the slightest change in his face. He simply felt that this was only natural.

He folded his arms across his chest,

allowing Space Power to swallow him. Before long, he appeared outside the arena.

"Brother Lin, how does it feel?"

At that moment, a figure walked over and stopped beside him.

The surrounding Immortal Sect disciples, intimidated by Lin Wushuang's imposing might, had long since made way and left an open space. Only this person had taken the initiative to approach.

Had Shen Changchuan been here, he would certainly have recognized that the one who