In a single exchange, Ling Tian had killed one man and gravely wounded another. Those were no ordinary cultivators, but experts at the third or fourth stage of the Quasi-Saint realm. This showed just how formidable Ling Tian's strength and tactics were, leaving countless spectators dumbfounded. Young Master Joyful and the others were especially shaken. They knew Ling Tian had left them far behind; they no longer belonged to the same level.
Young Master Joyful wasn't the only one who thought so. Chi Xue and Po Tian also looked grave. They knew that if they faced Ling Tian's attacks, they might not be gravely wounded or killed, but dealing with them would still be a great challenge. The worst part was that under such attacks, they would have no chance to counterattack. They would start the fight at a disadvantage, and hoping to win would be nothing but a fool's dream.
In short, Chi Xue and the others knew they were no longer Ling Tian's match. The realization weighed heavily on them.
It was only natural. Chi Xue and the others would inevitably face Ling Tian in the future. Seeing how powerful he had already become, they couldn't help feeling troubled at the thought of that coming battle.
"Fighting eight opponents at once, Ling Tian can only use thunderous methods to wound them and seize the initiative. That will crush their morale." Chi Xue soon regained his composure and praised him. "Clever. Ling Tian is as clever as ever. It seems this challenge has little suspense left. He's sure to win."
In a single exchange, he had already taken two opponents out of the fight. Seizing the initiative like that had given him an overwhelming advantage. What was more, Ling Tian hadn't grown careless just because he was ahead. After