Everyone's eyes widened as they stared fixedly at the enormous Blood Sun Flower in Su Mo's hand.
Everyone stood rooted to the spot. Even the Witch Tribe high-level on the viewing platform, including the High Priest, were utterly dumbfounded!
Wu Tianyu's mouth hung open, as though he had seen a ghost.
Wu Changyuan and Wu Yuan were petrified outright.
Three zhang?
A Blood Sun Flower three zhang in size?
Wu Chen's Blood Sun Flower had actually reached three zhang?
This result left everyone in Sacred Witch Plaza unable to react, their minds briefly grinding to a halt!
How was this possible?
A three-zhang Blood Sun Flower was three times the size of Wu Youlan's and surpassed Witchman King's by one zhang one chi. Wasn't this utterly absurd?
Everyone found it unbelievable. This result had far exceeded the bounds of their understanding!
This could no longer be described as exaggerated. It was simply a tale from the Arabian Nights.
Witchman King, Wu Ma, and Wu Youlan also had their eyes opened wide, completely stunned by the sight.
"How is this possible? You cheated!"
After a moment, Witchman King was the first to recover, immediately letting out an angry roar.
His roar shook the surrounding lands and jolted everyone awake. In an instant, Sacred Witch Plaza erupted into complete uproar.
"My heavens, a three-zhang Blood Sun Flower!"
"How is that possible? That's far too exaggerated!"
"Does Wu Chen really have such terrifying talent?"
"Isn't this too fake?"
"I don't believe Wu Chen's talent is that high. There must be something wrong here!"
Noisy voices rose and fell one after another, and the entire Sacred Witch Plaza descended into chaos. Everyone simply refused to believe this fact; it was too outrageous.
Witchman King possessed such peerless talent, yet his Blood Sun Flower was