"Is... is that an illusion?!"
In the audience stands, someone muttered.
What they were seeing was too shocking, too unreal.
What had they just witnessed?
Yuanshi Tianzun had unleashed Zhao Chenghuang's signature move.
"It's real. Didn't you see how stunned the Taiyi Sect people were? Even Elder Zhao shot to his feet in shock."
The companion beside him replied in a dreamlike voice.
"How did Yuanshi Tianzun do that?"
"I don't know, but one thing is certain: no matter who wins this battle, Yuanshi Tianzun's reputation is going to explode. He'll join the very top ranks of the Transcendent Stage. He'll overshadow everyone of his generation, including Zhao Chenghuang."
A genius at clearing instances, coupled with invincible combat power—Yuanshi Tianzun would become the Fu Qingyang of the Transcendent Stage.
Once the arena match was over, the evil organizations would definitely revise their rankings and place Yuanshi Tianzun at the top.
"No, impossible!"
Malice and savagery flickered within Zhao Chenghuang's pitch-black eye sockets. Like a wronged soul crawling out of hell, he roared:
"How could you know this move? You shouldn't know this move."
I entered instances again and again, accepting the baptism of Lunar Power, tempering it, familiarizing myself with it, guiding it, controlling it. I remained in the Transcendent Stage for an entire year before finally mastering this technique.
If you, a newcomer who became a Night Wanderer less than three months ago, can casually use this move, then what am I?
What are we?
The Night Wanderers of the Taiyi Sect were asking themselves the same question.
Even Sun Miaomiao fell silent.
They could accept Zhao Chenghuang's ghostification. He had a Sovereign-level grandfather to teach him, and he had worked hard enough, spending an extra year honing himself in the Transcendent Stage. Such accomplishments were only natural.
But