After Yuan Yi's words fell, no one in the Divine Temple responded.
Those prodigies who had been eager to try, hoping to find a soft persimmon to squeeze, now looked as if they had been doused from head to toe with a basin of icy water. One by one, they watched their noses, their noses watched their hearts, and the courage to challenge him vanished without a trace.
What a joke.
That bizarre spatial method was utterly beyond their comprehension.
No one wanted to become a second Zhao Lingfeng, battered half to death by their own attack and dragged out like a dead dog.
After a brief silence, a rather discordant voice came from nearby.
A prodigy from Myriad Beasts Divine Mountain snorted at his companion. "Just a petty trick. Put bluntly, it's nothing more than spatial displacement. If he encounters absolute power and speed, so fast that he has no time to react, let's see how he can still move!"
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for several nearby tables to hear.
He himself absolutely did not dare step forward, yet he was fanning the flames here, hoping to incite someone else into becoming a stepping stone to test the depths of that black-robed man.
Among prodigies, there was no such thing as true friendship—only calculation.
The moment his words fell—
"Hmph! I'd like to see what technique can be faster than my lightning!"
A young man clad in lightning-patterned battle armor, with fine arcs of electricity coiling around his body, abruptly rose to his feet.
He was Lei Qianjun, chief disciple of Thunderclap Valley.
His Void Star Sign, [Purple Lightning Fury Prison], was famed throughout the human territories of the universe for its ultimate speed and terrifying explosive force.
Lei Qianjun had a