"What did I just see? Wang Tiezhu was one-shotted?"
"Good heavens, Wang Tiezhu's body-tempering arts have long surpassed those of countless powerhouses. Within the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, is there really someone who can take him out in a single move?"
"Wang Tiezhu's weakness lies in his Primordial Spirit. Ye Lin didn't exploit that weakness, but crushed him head-on with one move? Isn't that a little too terrifying?"
"No wonder he wants to challenge the Eastern Region's top hundred. We're completely no match for him."
"You never know what kind of monsters the Eastern Region's top hundred are."
"My heavens, he's too strong."
This scene left the Daluo Golden Immortal cultivators so shocked that they could not recover their senses.
At this moment, they gained a clear understanding of Ye Lin's strength.
Strong—truly, overwhelmingly strong.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin's expression remained unchanged as he stood on the Arena.
"What incredible speed. What terrifying explosive power."
The five old men above stroked their beards and narrowed their eyes at Ye Lin on the Arena.
Having witnessed Ye Lin's strength firsthand, not only were the juniors stunned—even they were shaken.
If they had been in the same realm as Ye Lin, then, searching their hearts, they knew they would absolutely not have been his match.
There was a reason the Heavenly Blade Sage had crossed thousands of miles to personally take him as a disciple.
With such strength, he was fully qualified to challenge the Eastern Region's top hundred, perhaps even become one of them.
The Eastern Region's top hundred—among some cultivators, that was the highest glory.
Every cultivator on that list stood at the pinnacle of the pyramid.
When ordinary Daluo Golden Immortals saw them, it was like mayflies gazing upon the bright moon.
Though both were Daluo Golden Immortals, ordinary Daluo