Heaven-Piercing Peak.
The training plaza.
The entire arena fell silent.
The disciples who had been waiting to see a joke gaped so widely they could have fit a duck egg in their mouths.
The elders who had been commenting on the match had their teacups frozen in midair.
What was that?
A one-hit kill?
A junior disciple from Great Bamboo Peak had knocked out an elite from Wind Return Peak with a single swing of a stick?
He was at the fifth layer of the Yuqing Realm!
That was no small feat!
Zhang Xiaofan opened his eyes in a daze.
He looked at the empty space in front of him, then at the Firewood Stick in his hand, which was still faintly warm.
"Uh..."
"Um, Senior Brother, are you all right?"
He called down to the arena floor cautiously.
No one answered.
Zhao Tiezhu had already passed out.
Zeng Shuchang, seated in the viewing stands, wore a truly remarkable expression.
His face turned red, then white.
Just moments ago, he had been boasting to Daoist Tianyun beside him about how solid his disciple's foundation was.
Before the words had even left his mouth, his disciple had gone flying.
"Good!"
A loud shout broke the silence.
Ye Xuan had risen to his feet at some point.
He had somehow produced another pear and taken a bite. Chewing, he yelled indistinctly,
"Now that's how you chop up a rack of ribs!"
Tian Buyi sat in his Grand Tutor Chair.
He looked like a steamed bun on the verge of bursting, struggling desperately to keep from laughing.
"Ahem."
Tian Buyi gave two affected coughs.
"Seventh, don't shout like that. Have some decorum."
"Xiao Fan was just lucky, that's all. Pure luck."
Though he claimed it was luck, his eyes turned provocatively toward Cang