Shen Xing cursed under his breath, but still increased his spiritual energy output and braced himself as he met the blow with his palm.
"Damn, the aftershocks of those two's battle have already far surpassed the Nascent Soul Realm. I feel like if I went up there, I'd be beaten into ashes."
"Isn't that the truth? Is this the gap between people? The gap between ordinary cultivators and prodigies?"
The disciples lying prone below watched the two in the sky and sighed one after another.
The ripples of their battle were simply too powerful, leaving them utterly shocked.
If they were caught in the center of those ripples, they would be crushed into powder in an instant.
A tremendous boom rang out, and the entire mountain range shuddered violently. The trees below were directly pulverized by the incomparably terrifying shockwave.
Sand and rocks flew in all directions, making it impossible to even open one's eyes.
Once everything settled, everyone was utterly stunned by the sight before them.
Taiyuan stood unscathed in midair, while Shen Xing was half-kneeling on the ground, coughing blood. His right hand clutched his chest, his face grim.
A massive ravine surrounded Shen Xing—this was the might of Taiyuan's single sword strike.
"How is that possible?"
"Impossible! The Holy Son of our Five Elements Sacred Land lost—how could that be possible? How could the Holy Son lose to some unknown wild brat? Impossible!"
"Impossible! Fake, it's all fake! Fake, hahaha!"
Upon seeing this scene, the disciples of the Five Elements Sacred Land clearly could not accept it. One after another, they threw back their heads and laughed wildly. None of them could accept this fact.
"Impudence! You wild brat, how dare you act so arrogantly? Die!"
At that moment, an enraged roar rang out, and a glittering