Moreover, its power would not be inferior to Xiao Xing's. Everyone could tell that. If Zhang Fu used divine power to execute this Minor Cross Hand Seal, its might would definitely surpass Xiao Xing's.
Seeing this, Yang Chen secretly came to understand Zhang Fu's strength and did not dare underestimate him. If he faced Zhang Fu again, there would surely be a fierce battle.
If he did not use some trump cards, it would probably be difficult to defeat him.
As he pondered this, screams echoed through the air. Zhang Xuan, who had been brimming with ambition just moments ago, had already fallen from the arena.
He spat blood, utterly bedraggled.
Zhang Fu mocked, "Trash like you dared to boast so loudly just now? It seems the Profound Dao Sect truly has no one left. You can't even take one move from me. Get lost!"
Zhang Xuan no longer had his initial high spirits. When he looked at Zhang Fu again, fear surfaced on his face. He staggered back nervously, not even daring to resist.
This scene caused the hope that had just ignited in many Profound Dao Sect disciples to grow cold by half again.
But this time was not entirely terrible. Sima Cheng personally took the field and, after employing some means, finally slew his opponent and secured the first victory for the Profound Dao Sect's True God Stage arena.
"Hmph!" Seeing Sima Cheng personally take the field and win, Yang Yun said coldly, "Sima Cheng came out himself so quickly. In that case, there's no need for me to sit here and merely watch."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yun stepped forward in person and went straight onto the arena.
"Yang Yun, you finally came out?" Sima Cheng growled.
Yang Yun chuckled. "Sima Cheng, since