"Uh..."
Seeing that the two lucky ones were struggling even to take on two shadows, the Haoyue Palace disciples present looked at them with disdain. Their strength was far too weak, nowhere near comparable to those three.
The shadows weren't the challengers' own shadows. They represented the normal strength of someone at the same cultivation level. And since they were shadows, they had no treasures or weapons, so they were bound to be weaker than living beings.
As long as one had sufficient talent, fighting several weaker shadows at once was no problem.
Clearly, the two lucky ones were only a little above average—not by much, and nothing special.
"Whose disciples are they, anyway? Their level might not be bad out in the world, but they're nowhere near the standard of seed successors. They're miles behind those three!"
The Haoyue Palace disciples looked puzzled. The two lucky ones were even weaker than the average seed successors who had come here over the years. They had managed to break a "record" of sorts.
The weakest seed successors of the past could fight eight shadows at once. These two had weapons and treasures in hand, yet could only hold their own against two. The difference was enormous.
By contrast, Hua Yunfei, Jiang Ruoyao, and Gong Qingyan were a sight to behold. The three were like gods of war, handling dozens at once with ease and displaying their full talent.
"Are those three really that strong?" Huantao stared at Hua Yunfei and the others, her expression cold and her eyes filled with surprise.
She had thought they would struggle even against eight. Yet in the blink of an eye, they had broken the record.
At that moment, the three were challenging sixty-four shadows!
A fierce battle engulfed the space where they stood!
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