Boom! Boom! Boom!
The deafening rumble rang out as sword energy flew in every direction, shattering the arena and sending countless chunks of stone flying.
The Three Elders of Xuantian frowned slightly. Xuan Er waved his hand, and a blazing light burst forth, smashing all the flying debris to pieces.
Shan Shou stared fixedly at the center of the explosion, worry in his eyes.
Yang Chen was his junior fellow disciple, but his opponent was Jian Wuchen!
The strongest beneath the Heaven Gate!
Even Shan Shou wasn't confident he could survive Jian Wuchen's sword. Although they were both from Number 98, Jian Wuchen wouldn't strike too hard.
But if Yang Chen's foundation was damaged, it would be over for him.
All Shan Shou could do now was pray Jian Wuchen would go easy on him.
The sole Temple expert still standing watched with his pupils suddenly constricted. He was no match for either Yang Chen or Jian Wuchen.
Especially Yang Chen. He had been at the Grandmaster level just moments ago, so how had he suddenly advanced to the Shackle Realm?
Did he think breaking through to the Shackle Realm was child's play?
And who the hell got this powerful the moment they broke through?
What a freak!
For some reason, the Temple expert felt like a sheep among this group, while everyone else was a freaking wolf.
How terrifying.
The dust gradually settled, revealing what lay inside!
Yang Chen sat weakly amid the shattered arena. The stone tiles around him had all been smashed, exposing chunks of Essence Stone.
As for Jian Wuchen, he looked like an immortal. His clothes were untouched, his long sword resting behind his back, and his sharp eyes gleamed with sword energy.
Looking at Jian Wuchen, Yang Chen gave a bitter smile. "In the