The spectators present, however, were utterly dumbfounded by the sight.
Although those hundred-plus Primordial Sacred Land disciples had spent several hours within the illusion, enduring grueling battles, no one had seen what had happened.
They had only seen Xia Ping cast a single glance their way. One second later, the hundred-plus Primordial Sacred Land disciples began convulsing as though struck by leprosy, frothing at the mouth before passing out on the spot.
The scene was simply too horrifying, leaving countless people stunned.
"How is this possible? What just happened?"
"This joke has gone too far. With just one look, over a hundred Primordial Sacred Land disciples passed out."
"Damn it, did Xia Ping bribe them? Are they putting on a collective act on the Duel Arena stage?"
"How much would it cost to bribe that many people? Impossible. Who could pull that off?"
Absurd thoughts surged through the minds of the many spectators. Though they were well-traveled and knowledgeable, they had never witnessed such a scene before. It was beyond imagination.
"Xia Ping, what did you do? Why did they end up like this?" At last, someone could no longer hold back and shouted. He simply could not comprehend what had just happened.
"Cheating! This is definitely cheating! Send someone to investigate him immediately and see what tricks he pulled."
Someone shouted that it was cheating; otherwise, there was no way to explain what had just occurred.
After all, those were a hundred Primordial Sacred Land disciples—a hundred peerless geniuses, not a hundred pigs. How could they be defeated by a single glance and collapse unconscious on the ground?
Did that not mean that if Xia Ping wished it, he could kill these hundred-plus Primordial Sacred Land disciples in an instant? If so, that was simply too exaggerated.
After all,