Mo Chen's fingertip struck his protective aura barrier in an instant.
Guo Zhen's entire body jolted violently. In that instant, the aura armor was pierced through by a single finger, and his chest was scorched black.
Before everyone's eyes, Mo Chen withdrew his finger sharply, stepped into a bow stance, and drove his elbow forward, sending Guo Zhen flying with tremendous force.
"Next!"
Mo Chen stood tall, dusting off his clothes. His gaze swept over the many veteran disciples as he called out calmly, his expression composed.
Below, the training grounds fell utterly silent.
Guo Zhen, a mid-stage Five Elements Realm cultivator, had been utterly defeated in a single move!
Mo Chen's strength had already surpassed their imagination.
At this moment, not a single inner or outer sect disciple dared step forward to challenge him. All of them stared at Mo Chen with grave expressions.
"Good lad, giving all those senior brothers and sisters a show of force the moment he joined the sect,"
Qin Cangying could not help but laugh. "Since the founding of Martial Suppression Academy, this is the first time a new disciple has thrown his weight around like this!"
Even he, as Mo Chen's master, was somewhat pleasantly surprised by Mo Chen's strength.
Not to mention the elders, who were full of praise.
No one present had expected Mo Chen, a newly promoted true disciple, to be so ferocious.
Elder Whitebrow sighed. "No one in the inner sect can beat Mo Chen now. If the true disciples do not step in, the veteran disciples will lose all face, and we won't look good either."
At those words, the elders' eyelids twitched, and their expressions stiffened.
That was right!
If so many old disciples could not defeat one new disciple, they elders would lose face as well.