As the earthen wall crumbled away, the scene within was revealed.
Heatwaves surged, and scorching air spilled outward.
Under the intense heat, it was no longer merely the air that warped—even space itself rippled violently.
Once they saw the state of the Duel Platform clearly, everyone sucked in a sharp breath.
Xiao Qian's clothes had been burned away, his Thunder Spirit Sword tossed aside. Even his aura had weakened considerably.
Azure flames still burned across his body, which was covered in horrifying scorch wounds.
What was more, Mo Cha had one foot planted on his chest, looking down at him from above. "That's right, I'm a Northern Domain barbarian. So what?"
At this sight, not only were the people of the Dragon-Tiger Immortal Sect stunned, even those from the Dongting Immortal Sect were dumbfounded.
One had to know that Xiao Qian ranked third among the core disciples. There were only a handful capable of defeating him, and at present, only Lei Yuan and Zhao Lie.
Those two ranked first and second among the core disciples, respectively.
The crucial point was that, whether in identity, background, physique, talent, or even Spiritual Root, neither of them was ordinary. That was why they had earned such rankings.
Xiao Qian's third-place rank was enough to show just how formidable he was.
Yet now, he had been trampled beneath Mo Cha's foot in such a posture by a Northern Domain barbarian. It was humiliation taken to the extreme.
No one could easily accept that, much less the proud and arrogant disciples of the Dragon-Tiger Immortal Sect.
"Damn barbarian!"
"No, that's impossible! Xiao Qian actually lost?"
"The battle lasted less than the time it took to burn one stick of incense!"
Many people were furious, furious beyond restraint.
In most people's eyes, Northern Domain barbarians were