A Saint's palm strike had actually done nothing?
Was that believable?
That was so damn unbelievable!
Was he going easy on him? This was more like holding back an entire galaxy.
Yet the Three Deans watching the battle, along with the ten vice deans, were all visibly shocked.
They had seen it clearly. Although the Junior Mentor hadn't used his full strength, he certainly hadn't gone easy, as others claimed.
An attack like that was absolutely not something a Peak Ancestor God could withstand with his body alone.
Chen Changan was immensely powerful. Even a Quasi-Saint Peak was no match for him. If he'd defended himself, or even met the attack head-on, he might have been able to withstand that strike.
But no one had expected him to simply give up on that approach.
"His body... is incredibly powerful!"
"Could it be that his body has already reached the Saint level?"
"A Saint-level body, and a Saint's Will?"
"Isn't that terrifying?"
"If that's the case, then wouldn't his breakthrough to the Saint realm be... as natural as water flowing downhill?"
"Do you still think giving him special privileges is a bad thing?"
"You're right. Someone like him truly deserves special privileges. Making an exception for him isn't out of the question."
"I'm really curious how far he'll grow in the future."
"I don't know how far, but at the very least, he'll definitely surpass us—and by a lot."
Inside the special space, the Junior Mentor wore a look of utter shock. He'd never expected Chen Changan to take his palm strike head-on and emerge without a scratch.
"Mentor, you've seen it for yourself. I really am not as weak as you imagined."
"So please, take this seriously."
"Show me your true strength, would you?" Chen Changan said earnestly.
Seeing Chen