When they witnessed the battle between Yang Chen and Bai Wuheng, they fell completely silent. For a time, no one said another word.
Nearly everyone felt waves of shock surging through their hearts, unable to calm down for a long while.
At first, they believed that no matter how outstanding Yang Chen was, once he truly faced Bai Wuheng, his true colors would be exposed. Bai Wuheng would crush him with overwhelming force, and he would be defeated.
That was only natural. A non-Profound Dao Sect disciple could not defeat a Profound Dao Sect disciple—such was the law of heaven.
In truth, from the beginning of the fight until just moments ago, everything had gone exactly as they expected. When Yang Chen fought alongside Bai Wuheng, he had been entirely the one dragging the other down.
Thus, they simply did not believe Yang Chen had any chance of winning.
Yet who could have imagined that in the blink of an eye, the situation would reverse? Yang Chen, who had been passive from beginning to end, was instead the prey truly controlling the situation. Even Bai Wuheng, ever cautious and prudent, had fallen for it and nearly been cut down by Yang Chen.
One had to know that if not for the Golden Armor Spirit Talisman, whether Bai Wuheng was dead or alive now would have been another matter entirely.
Daoist Menghen appeared calm, but his body was faintly trembling. It was not difficult to see how furious he was.
Yang Chen's performance had undoubtedly dealt him a resounding slap across the face. At first, he had praised his outstanding disciple to the heavens, yet Yang Chen's performance had slapped his face again and again.
Now, his disciple had suffered a great loss and had even needed to use the Golden