Clash

Lin Wushuang's appearance

had undoubtedly overawed countless prodigies from every region present.

Even the other inner disciples of the Immortal Sect were shaken to the core.

Because even they had never witnessed Lin Wushuang in such an invincible posture.

Some geniuses from small sects in distant lands, those seeded contestants from minor sects who had spent almost all their time in secluded bitter cultivation and rarely come into contact with the outside world, were even more intimidated by that aura and power. Their hands and feet stiffened, to the point that they could not summon even the slightest will to resist!

Such an enormous gap

was simply like ants facing a giant elephant head-on.

The moment even the faintest thought of resistance arose, it would be burned away in the next instant, utterly reduced to ash and scattered smoke!

Lin Wushuang merely stood there, and in an instant, he became the center upon which countless gazes converged.

Everyone understood

that his existence

would become the final great mountain that anyone qualified to reach the end of this grand competition would have to face!

Shock, bewilderment, and confusion appeared on many faces.

The enemy's power was so great that merely releasing his aura made people unable to withstand it.

Then how were they supposed to fight?!

That feeling

was as if the exam had not even begun, yet everyone already knew first place could never be theirs.

A heavy look appeared on many people's faces.

Shen Changchuan did not pay too much attention

to the reactions of the people around him.

Instead, the low murmurs of conversation from some people made him prick up his ears and listen carefully.

It was also because of this

that he learned from a few well-informed passersby nearby

that in this internal grand competition, that