A Reminder

Boom!

On the arena not far away, Lin Wushuang pointed a finger, and scorching power almost twisted the hundred-zhang vacuum around him. With a grand, majestic momentum, it crushed his opponent not far away as easily as smashing dry weeds and rotten wood.

The opponent across from him, who had only barely dodged that casual finger strike by going all out, saw this and let out a helpless sigh.

The gap was too great.

His own trump-card killing move, the ace he kept pressed at the bottom of the chest, could severely injure or even blast dead an early Spirit Wandering Realm cultivator if they were careless.

But in front of the other party, It was pierced through and shattered as easily as if it were made of paper.

A battle like this

No longer had any need to continue.

"I admit defeat!"

He did not stubbornly hold on any longer, and decisively conceded.

If he were fighting an opponent whose strength was not too far from his own, he could more or less learn something.

But before an opponent like Lin Wushuang, where the gap was so vast that no end could be seen, stubbornly delaying would teach him nothing. It would be better to save some energy so he could face the arena battles to come.

Seeing his opponent concede, Lin Wushuang's expression remained indifferent, without the slightest change, as though he felt all of this was only natural.

He folded his arms across his chest, Letting the Power of Space swallow him. Before long, he appeared outside the arena.

"Brother Lin, how did it feel?"

Just then, a figure walked over and stood beside him.

The surrounding Immortal Sect disciples, overawed by Lin Wushuang's might, had long since opened up an empty space. Only this person took