Qiu Daoming stopped.
It was not that he was no longer anxious. Rather, what had happened was somewhat different from the scene he had imagined.
Qu Yao, Heart Sword's prodigy, had been pierced through by a sword and nailed to the ground.
And that madman from Evil Valley had been split apart, his primordial spirit picked out and suppressed outside. Fortunately, his vitality was vigorous and he had immortality reinforcing him, so a sliver of life had at least been preserved.
The few people he knew who, like him, ranked among the top ten had also been knocked to the ground.
That kid who had run the fastest, cultivating the Great Dao of wind and having mastered a high-grade wind immortal art, had been broken in half at the waist and crashed onto a nearby mountaintop.
It was not just them. He also saw people from Half-Evil.
Their leading prodigy, along with four at the perfected Taiyi Realm, had been beaten into chunks scattered all over the ground.
Among these people, there were also some who had come to no harm.
That was a dwarf. Qiu Daoming knew him and had dealt with him before. He, too, was among the top ten.
The reason he called him a dwarf rather than by name was because the fellow was genuinely short.
He was no more than 1.2 meters tall, with a typically oversized head and a thin body. His looks were quite hideous as well—an extremely rare sight.
After all, cultivators could reshape their bones and sinews upon reaching the Golden Core stage, while Heavenly Immortals could directly shed their mortal bodies.
Unless there was some special reason, their appearances generally would not differ too greatly. It could be said that everyone looked like Wu Yanzu, showing that in this world,