Everyone felt the ground tremble.
Then, the arena blurred for an instant. When they looked again, the two combatants had swapped positions. Ai Changyuan stood behind Wang Qi at the edge of the arena, smiling with easy satisfaction. Wang Qi staggered back two steps in disarray. At some point, his sleeve had been shredded to pieces, and a gash had been torn beneath his ear.
What had just happened?
Everyone felt an inexplicable sense of wrongness.
How exactly had Ai Changyuan attacked? When had he attacked? Why had no one noticed? What had happened just now?
A chill gradually spread through the air, and every newly admitted disciple could not help but shiver.
This was... an absolute gap in strength!
That move just now could have taken the lives of dozens of Qi Refining Cultivators in one stroke!
"This is..." "That can't be possible..."
The surrounding new disciples were not the only ones who felt fear. Zhen Chanzi, a Mahayana cultivator from ten thousand years ago, felt fear once again.
It was the terror known as time.
These past days, he had secretly used his spiritual sense to observe the matches of these Qi Refining disciples, hoping that after reconstructing his body, he could gather enough to find a path that would explain his Ancient Method cultivation through the principles of modern cultivation and transform it into modern cultivation. The High-level Cultivators of the Immortal Alliance around him had tacitly permitted this.
His spiritual sense was not something Qi Refining disciples could compare to, and its range was vast. Just now, he had sensed a portion of his spiritual sense being twisted.
He was no stranger to that strange feeling.
The Power of Spacetime.
The Power of Spacetime, even more mysterious than the "Great Void of Nothing"! The Power of