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At Zhongli Wu's nod, the Holy Spirit Empire's nine elders took their positions.
An unnamed Titled Douluo was the first to step forward.
His youthful face still held a measure of undiminished sharpness and confidence.
He shot out of the formation and shouted, "I'll take the first fight!"
The instant he flew out, Long Zhanye flicked a finger on his right hand.
A powerful pressure descended directly onto the young elder, forcibly driving him to the ground.
By the time he looked up, Long Zhanye was already before him.
That cool, aloof, maidenlike figure flashed through the air and appeared behind him the next instant.
He moved so fast that the young elder's eyes could not even follow him.
Long Zhanye pointed again.
His fair, slender finger gently touched the young elder's back.
The young elder immediately collapsed, coughing up blood.
His body went limp on the ground, leaving him without the strength to struggle.
Long Zhanye said quietly, "Next."
In just two breaths, an ordinary Titled Douluo had fallen at Long Zhanye's hands without even releasing his martial soul.
The sight stunned everyone present.
All twenty-one figures froze for an instant.
Their gazes lingered briefly on the fallen elder.
Then they looked at that cool, aloof, maidenlike figure, their eyes filled with bewildered horror.
Next, two more unnamed Titled Douluo elders flew out from either side of Zhongli Wu.
Their figures traced parallel paths through the air. The instant they flew out, they felt the space around them come to a standstill.
The air stopped flowing, light stopped traveling, and even the drifting dust hung suspended in midair.
Indeed, Long Zhanye had already comprehended the spatial power that only a Limit Douluo could attain.
The two hung suspended in the air,