What was there that could not be overcome by fighting above one's realm? Neither Shen Cang nor Wu Kuang, these two Spirit 통 Realm powerhouses, were fools.
The youth in servant's clothes standing on the arena stage had come in with fierce momentum. Within the time it took half an incense stick to burn, he had rapidly raised his cultivation from that of an ordinary mortal to the Spirit 통 Realm.
This was clearly highly abnormal.
There was no need to think about it—they were certainly no match for that youth standing on the arena stage.
He was only at the Spirit 통 Realm now. Perhaps in the next breath, he would be at the Wanhua Realm, the Upper Three Realms...
Or even higher.
Wu Kuang shifted his deep gaze away from the arena stage and turned to look at Shen Cang seated beside him.
The meaning he wished to convey was already plain enough—
Since this had happened in the Bright Azure Sect, Shen Cang ought to be the one to step forward and resolve it.
Naturally, Shen Cang understood this as well.
The youth on the arena stage was unfathomable; he had clearly come prepared.
This sudden challenge was no different from coming to deceive, to launch a surprise attack.
But Shen Cang had no choice.
The elders and disciples throughout the sect were all watching.
The delegation from the Mystic Mechanism Palace was also right there.
The burden of how to handle this matter had entirely fallen upon Shen Cang's shoulders.
Shen Cang remained silent as he slowly rose to his feet.
He merely straightened his robes, then stood at the edge of the viewing platform and cupped his hands toward the youth on the arena stage.
There was not the slightest perfunctoriness in Shen Cang's salute.