Silence!
Accompanied by a majestic voice that rang through heaven and earth, a fierce gale sprang up, clearing away the foul stench from the scene.
The match continues!
Wang Chuan knew that Qian Xunji had made his move.
As for the strength Qian Xunji had displayed, Wang Chuan could only say it was nothing special—only somewhat stronger than the fifty-thousand-year Sub-Dragon he had hunted.
So Qian Xunji had probably not yet reached the peak of his life, Rank 95.
Compared to the future Bibi Dong, he was just a stray dog by the roadside.
When Bibi Dong hosted the Spirit Master Tournament in the future, she had directly used her Soul Power to shatter the heavens because of the weather, restoring clear skies to the arena.
After briefly mocking him in his mind, Wang Chuan returned to the arena with Zhao Wuji and the others.
Quite a few people had also fled because of the chaos, and Wang Chuan had already taken off his team uniform, so their return did not seem abrupt.
The moment he entered the stands, Wang Chuan saw Chang Wei beating—
Ah, no.
The entire team dead—no, that was not right either. If there was malicious killing during a match, they would be directly disqualified.
But the reason Wang Chuan felt that all his teammates were dead—
Was because they were all lying on the ground, barely breathing, looking genuinely not far from death.
At last, Wang Chuan fixed his gaze on the tallest figure in the ring, Bibi Dong.
At this moment, Bibi Dong's eyes were crimson as she gripped Yu Xiaogang's head, his eyes rolled white.
That pose reminded Wang Chuan of the famous scene from One Punch Man where Black Sperm beat Atomic Samurai senseless.
Bibi Dong glared at that trash Yu Xiaogang