The deep crater was several zhang wide, its edges cracked like a spiderweb, rubble scattered everywhere in a shocking sight.
As the dust slowly settled, Gu Yao lay miserably amid the ravines at the bottom of the crater, his clothes torn, hair disheveled, chest rising and falling unevenly, blood still staining the corner of his mouth.
He stared blankly at the sky, his pupils unfocused, as though he had yet to recover from the shock of that blow.
In this battle, he had already been defeated before he even had the chance to use any high-level Dou Techniques or secret arts.
None of the methods he had taken pride in, none of the skills he had cultivated for years, had been brought out.
He never could have imagined that this man was actually a Dou Zun, that he would lose to an outsider he had never regarded as worthy of his attention.
How could someone as proud and arrogant as him accept such a cruel reality?
"You... pfft!"
Gu Yao struggled to rise, but before he could finish speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood, staining the shattered stones before him red.
In midair, Qin Chen looked at the struggling Gu Yao and slowly shook his head.
He could sense two pairs of eyes watching him from the shadows. Their gazes were sharp as blades, yet they remained hidden and inactive.
That was why he had not delivered a killing blow. Otherwise, that strike alone would have been enough to take Gu Yao's life on the spot.
It seemed the geniuses of these Imperial Clans were nothing special... though perhaps his control over space was simply too strong.
If an ordinary Two-Star Dou Zun had used that move, Gu Yao might have had room to resist. Unfortunately for him,